Paul looked aloof....
How I would expect a vicar to look, and yet he had large bony hands like me, a builder.
Brent
Fairy Wings
I wasn’t born with wings,
But you were.
I hear and feel you,
Your soft gentle wings pass by.
Maybe one day as you pass by,
You could teach me to fly.
Karen
Angel Breath
Scented rosebuds, dimpled cheeks
Lent to us for several weeks
Joyous memories, fun
Two for the price of one
Lamb like, reverent, petite
Bear growls, round, sucking feet
Then without another sound
No warnings, no reasons found
Hush! So suddenly, unexpectedly
One life and love just torn from me
Nightmares, turmoil, turned inside out
Who am I now? I am someone else
His precious life was not in vain
Continuous growth, despite the pain
New years they come and they pass
Grandchildren now, arriving fast
Ongoing effort heals my heart
Trekking, parachuting, my part
Passionate for the cause, I pray
No more babies whispered away
Shh! A gentle breeze in the air
Gossamer breath through wisps of hair
Pauline