this love is

this love is more so much more than just mere puff of romantic words written lazily without substance and reality this love is made of heart and soul with solidity and practicality interwoven through every thread this love is full of truth and hope no empty promises or made up dreams but warm sincerity and…… Continue reading this love is

Oblivious

The more I write The less I clean and tidy (I was already messy) I imagine Myself One Day Precariously Perched On top Of a pile of Unopened letters Papers and books Saucepans and plates Dirty clothes and bed linen Children scrabbling over messy floors Up the side of the mound calling my name Complaining…… Continue reading Oblivious