Monday, 7 September 2009

Open the gate, and swing it wide, smell the air! and walk inside. It's full of colour, with names galore. And month after month there's always more? A place of comfort, a place to rest. Some say "It's peaceful" But I'm only a guest. I come and visit every week, to sit and ponder,and sometimes speak. Talking to memories,pictures NO sound! Asking myself why! Minuets turn to hours, hours into days. Our loved ones are gone And I'm still in a daze!


Anonymous said...

Typo....minuets = minutes
'But I'm only a guest' I love that, you. I feel like that, just living.

er said...

I "need" you as my proof reader Sarah - ha ha ha - thanks for the comment.