I looked through my window and watched as the little boy pulled himself up the hill. His gnarled and twisted legs, each with a manic, jester-like will of its own, pulling in the opposite
That damned bell. ‘Yes Tom, what is it, love?’ ‘May I have a cup of tea please, nurse?’ Just give me a few minutes, love, and I’ll make one for everyone.’ That damned bell.
Memberwhen the sun shone fourteen hours a day Memberwhen the daisies grew waist high Memberwhen our time was a time Of gentle kisses and sweet reminisces Memberwhen we knew we were forever
‘Come lay beside me my man,’ she said ‘Let me light a fire of love in your breast. ‘Come bathe in my moisture, you know that you can ‘let not your body lay flaccid in rest.’