Tag Archives: Dad




My Country

The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I … Read More




Le Weekend Dernier

Le week-end dernier, je suis allée à une boum! Mais, c’est ne pas correct. J’ai organisé une fête! C’etait en ligne. J’ai utilisé Discord et j’aime bien les resultes. Beaucoup des personnes attendes et j’ai été surpris parce que c’est un peu difficile d’assister d’une soirée enligne. Ma soeur et new neveux attends avec mon … Read More




Grief

Some days I am better than others. Dad is gone and everything I didn’t manage to do and tell him about some days hits hard. Some days it puts me into his back patio one summer’s day talking about his grief for his Dad. I had longer with him than he had with his Dad. … Read More