“if you’re having a bad day, tell me.” “i have a hard time doing that.” “well, we could talk about it.” “i don’t want to talk about it.” “then just tell me, so i know.” “but i’m always having a bad day.” “then tell me.” “okay.”
I looked out my window and saw you there holding that thistle like it's in a snare Your beak works so busily to build your winter's den Never just knowing when you will need it then.
“My grief story is long and it lives within an infinite symbol that has long been created, throughout many lifetimes. Just as Love and Light have been created along side with it.”
I would love a beautiful garden I can go to when I sleep. A pretty garden I can allways find. A beautiful bird of paradise ill love . A trellis of wild red roses to remember my dad . Pure white orchids only my mum could grow . A glisten of snow drops with a dusting of snow . Painted butterflys that come alive All in a purfume scent so devine . And every time I remember their love . My garden grows .