A family of poets (mostly) The Owl For Jasmine I heard the owl cry the other night, though I tried to block its lonely call, the words came through telling me of what was near. he came the next day, taking his prey without asking or caring for those he left behind in the blanket of sorrow he had made. No words can describe the empty void that has been left in me and the pain that aches like it won't ever stop only time and tears can replace my void, filling it up 'till there is no more S Dely 17 March 1997 Happy Birthday Mom Thanx for the coffee thanx for the tea thanx for the food you put in my belly. Thanx for the roof and the clothes you provide thanx for the love, you sometimes hide. I've stolen, lied and run away but that's stopped now I’m here to stay. All things I’m sorry for I've put my foot down on the floor these kinds of things, I’ll do no more. I hope you enjoyed your birthday best wishes and loving care don’t ...
19/10/2020, 11:17:11 am Cally: Hi Neil. Cally here. I can’t tell you how many years I’ve been trying to find you. I wasn’t even sure that you were still alive. Liz von Guilleaume told me about seven years ago that she had seen you walking a dog somewhere in la Lucia or that area and we've been trying to find you ever since. So happy birthday for yesterday and I hope it was a good day for you. Please send me news and let me know how you are doing Who is Helen? Neil: Hi sweet me heart we are basically the same Time meridian SSO let give u a bit of undivided attention in +- an hr eh!? 🤩🤩🤡🦂🆒👍 ☮️ Cally: Cool. Chat soon 😊 Neil: Hi soon b upon us. In the frankest of sense it’s been well neigh of 38yrs since me peepers last focused on u . Then there was a bit of communication in the late 80ties or early 90ties about a budding young authoress about 2 submit copies to a publishing house or what? U did the ...
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