This lovely poem is written by my equally lovely and talented 10 year old niece,
TIFFANY BOYLE
Of an absurd bird?
Sitting in a tree
Looking for a bee
This lovely poem is written by my equally lovely and talented 10 year old niece,
TIFFANY BOYLE
Of an absurd bird?
Sitting in a tree
Looking for a bee
When grey is painted through your life
and each small step is tough;
when brightness leaches from your soul
and it all feels too much. Continue reading Painted Grey
Your spirit lives on in the hearts that you touched,
with your humour, your kindness, your time;
words simply treasured and gestures of love:
these memories will always be mine.
Oh this love that curls
deliciously, enmeshing my open
heart with every beat.
Continue reading Enduring Heart
Wherever I roam through the countries and towns,
if a week or an hour or a year,
my heart doesn’t stray from the place that I love;
my home will always be here.
Lawns mowed in rhythm,
cars washed in time,
children smile in tune.
So intricately enmeshed
with my body’s curves.
Extra pounds shout: “UGLY!”
from protruding hips.
Continue reading My Body’s Lie