Black dress sweeps the floor
Crows wings settling from flight
Watching through tears she holds a candle
As she did for nights he spent at sea
Days passed they blended ~ she didn’t feel the wax
As it burnt against her skin
Was he now a ghost ~ or was she
Heavy rain cloud above
Tip of an iceberg
Train track unknowingly derailed
I lack resilience
It’s the cardboard box that’s placed
Suspicious, unknowing
Not the time capsule to be opened
A certain day, a definite year
We wait
Knowing the outcome
Just…. not when
Queues
security checks
bags through
rumbling across the conveyor
oops..really?
no throw them out
nail scissors
ech
observing
celebrities
the cafe staff
have a nice day..have a nice day
robots
flight calls
brew slurped
happiness
trepidation
possibly no wifi
living in a tree
probably expected
how shall I cope?
just perhaps
get over it and enjoy?
smiles
So I may be off the air altogether.
Mumma penguin not a happy girl this morning, in fact I think she took herself back to England and the War.. 😦
I am trying to just let it be and swing through those tree tops..or possibly not..
Try not to miss me ya’all.
xx
Ramblings From A Mum 