Stones will roll along the bank,fall into flooding streams.
Moors hills and plains will rise like river waves.
The cliff we climbed , mountains that holds a dark cave.
Where Puffins land.
Been thinking of asking wilt thou go with me,
Through this sad life ending
Where memories live, but the presents moments are forgotten.
This is me, the me that`s had rough year of worry around sons health.
This is me, whose reflection on way l am living is here.
Kind of struggling in the present to accept that things will get better, they will improve.
At least l am aware of forgetting stuff,Stubbing my toe, going out coming back asking what l am going out for... recalling past in a too familiar way.
Doing daft things, yes ordered "two sugars one with Cappuccinos in one of them". Life.
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