two lungs

thinking of you heaps mum, the space between your two lungs that gave way, your heart, i understand a bit more of your journey and it pains me.. you are seen and held now by Love itself.x

missing you more than ever

family is clinging together with the fragments. im falling apart as usual i dont have the strength to pick myself up stuck in the undertow all my life you have been my bouncing board remind me of my own logic my own strength and that i was never alone on the journey you were always a phone call away you understood me, my emotional being. you kept the walls from caving in you held them up and said 'No, she will make it.'

bitter sweet rose

mum, i see you in the gardens you always loved, my love for flowers came from seeing your excitment and intrigue in them, i miss the fact i wont be able to see you again, flowers dont hold the same joy for me anymore.

miss our talks

bits of things you've said to me over my life
still resonate clear in my heart

your truth
your wisdom and love
your belief in me
your positive slant on life

i have that affirmation inbuilt, thanks to you..

but some days
i want to just hear your voice tell me those things
to hug you
and let go.

i wonder if you miss me?
up there
in heavens glory

its the 'gone' feeling
thats so strange
your gone.

gone from sight
gone from touch
gone from conversation.

a year without mum

lots of questions for Dad
All he did, he did for and with mum

we miss u mum
all in our own way