Yellow Roses

Roses are yellow and history’s hell. Will it hurt less this year? There’s no way to tell, Till you get there, and realise, it’s always the same. It never really fades, you still feel the pain. Like that day you watched snow fall, and prayed for your son. You waited for an answer that would…

Memories of loss

I woke up this morning feeling fairly ok, but then I read something which made me into captain grumpy. I should explain that the content was not what upset me or made me grumpy. No, in fact it triggered a memory that I didn’t even realise I was recalling. A memory I didn’t consciously think…