Poetry

It is on this day, every year,A muffled whisper i do hear.From the woman who showed me life,Who took away my pain and strife. “Up

Time is so precious, to you and I,the powers of which, no man can deny.Time to heal, time to survive,to learn the ropes, to go

A broken voice from someone near,calling to a loved one, so special, so dear.“I’m sorry mum, I won’t return home”.“I’ve fought so hard but who