- Tea bags *shudder*
- Velvet *squirms*
- Mouse mats *squeals*
- Wool clothing (my wool skirt is hell to put on and smooth down)
Monday, 28 November 2011
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Do I need to keep talking about it?
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Fickle games and hidden lies
The race never ends
Fast pace fewer friends
The stories forever told
He said what? Her response cold
The twisting tales continue
A whisper to another - the facts untrue.
The playground never dies
No matter the age, there are always spies.
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Thursday, 3 November 2011
There are so many questions and so much to think about. I have another appointment with the consultant on the 18th November when I will hopefully know more and understand what needs to happen. My head is full with the what ifs and the thing that makes me the saddest is that I might not be able to give my mum the grandchild she craves. I mean naturally as we have already discussed adoption and if I can't have children then this is what we will do - there are far too many babies out there needing to be loved.
Yellow maple stars fall from the sky
Blustery angles and sweeping breezes
I want to be walking
With the stars amongst my feet
The ground rich with colour
The air sweet in smell
If I could catch a falling maple star
I would make a wish
That you are by my side
With our own little stars to watch