A Daddy’s daughter

A God made love. I remember the day vividly, when she asked me to remove the stabilisers from her pretty pink bicycle, with wick basket and handle bar tassels to match. “I’m too big for these now.” She said very certainly. So self critical and upset each time she fell crying what a silly littleContinue reading “A Daddy’s daughter”

Prepare for war

No rage to destroy, no pain on the heart to crush, futile his skills with pen and brush. Does the spirit forsake? The comfort to hear riches to see, still destitute he be. No tears, no laughs no screams and no prayers, no energy in the trigger finger to let of the call flares, rainContinue reading “Prepare for war”