Tuesday, December 26, 2006

angharad

among my mum's papers is a book of poems she wrote with her twin sister. this one makes me cry:

angharad

sometimes

i sit and

stare

across the

room to

where the

sunlight

slanting

on a chair

would

mingle

with your

hair

if you were

sitting

there.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You write from the heart and bare your soul. A person is both the sum of their past experiences, and the total of their future hopes. The wonderful person and mother you are today, is a result of all that has been. You have taken the strengths and discarded the weaknesses. You know what is right for you. I think you are amazing.

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