Night Terrors
By Linda Wigzell Cress
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Here in this room
Which they say is my home
I rock in my chair;
An old woman alone.
No hope of leaving;
Constantly grieving
Nowhere to hide
From those who should care
All bustling around
On the landing outside.
I try hard not to shout
Recalling the sound
Of my Father’s hard breathing -
Long nights of despair
When I knew you were there.
I needed you, Mum -
And I cried and called out -
But you did not come.
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Hi Linda. I get a strong
Hi Linda. I get a strong sense of desperation from this. Maybe some memories too. Hopefully I'm reading too much into it. Really well put together though. Royx
PS. Did we find out the results of comp?? I haven't seen any.
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Linda - this is so very
Linda - this is so very emotive. It certainly tugged at my heart-strings.
Tina
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There certainly must, Linda,
There certainly must, Linda, but you have given some of them a voice
Hope you have a peaceful Sunday.
Tina
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I'm pleased to hear it Linda.
I'm pleased to hear it Linda. Indeed, They are both great writers, but at least I got my Cherries back ;-).
Better get thinking cap on for Spring then.
I'm not doing too bad thanks. Keep falling and generally feeling quite weak. Still manage to get dog out for a short walk and back on radio cambs tomorrow (Mon) for the usual "Chat" , which as you can gather I really enjoy doing. Plus it gets me out of this house for a couple of hours. Hope all is well with you too. Royx
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So very poignant, and the
So very poignant, and the picture drawn clearly. So difficult often to know what is troubling, and to access through hearing problems, confusion problems, to try to point to present comfort and try to help to leave bad and awful memories behind. Rhiannon
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Beautiful poem, Linda. Don't
Beautiful poem, Linda. Don't know how I missed it, but glad I've seen it now.
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