Through my window



Happiness for always…

  those sleepy Monday mornings and the long walk to school arriving late and cold always.   those warm Friday evenings when we gushed out the school gates and spent…


Lonely Together

  as tiny as a little puppy,   with eyes always full of despair,   walking around like a squiggly worm,   he wants what? nobody knows,   for if…


Room 203

‘Why are you wearing your wedding ring turned to the inside of your palm?’ he asked, surprised. ‘Because we’re in the bus, and I don’t want anyone to take notice…