Occasionally I write poetry, because sometimes photos don’t (or can’t) tell my story. today is one of those days. I paint you the pictures and let your imagination fill in the details.
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Poem – Alive, or Dead?
Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.
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Sometimes, when it comes to describing how I feel about this whole leg thing, less is more when words are used.
Continue reading “Poem – Almost”The right to grow old
Sometimes we look at our wrinkles, the cursed grey hairs and hate the hand of time. But for some, growing old is a dream that will never be fulfilled. Be grateful, love each day and smile.
Here is my first poem in a wee while.