When days roll, heavy hearted, by And dusk has turned a darker hue Where breathing’s choked and not so free I rest my back on bark of old ash tree
Tag: grief
CentenaryCentenary
For some reason, the image moved me to tears. The ninety-four year old monarch standing, black-clad, alone and in silent respect, beside the tomb of a man buried six years
The human cost #RemembranceThe human cost #Remembrance
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, one hundred years ago, the Armistice came into effect and the guns fell silent after four years of
In memoryIn memory
There are some people who just light up a room, very quietly and without seeming to do more than simply be there. When you have met them, they do not slip