Stuck

You were standing here At this same spot, where You held my hand last year. How clear you were, When you said Those three words, Convinced that nothing Could shake us, break us. But death did. … Now wisps of air They’ve become, Those three words, And you, you’ve turned Your back to ‘us’. You…

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Guest Post Fridays: Sleeping Child

YuhuTama YuhuBlogger I wished to sing to a child, my child, and make him enter the realm of blissful slumber, in my arms. I wished to watch him as he sleeps, To wait patiently for the moments of his smiles and frowns. Oh what a joy would it be, to see a part of myself,…

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