I loved deep but saying “I love you” was an Isaac sacrifice, …till the well ran dry
To all Teachers: 5, 10 and 15 those three numbers which represent all you were to me:
End of nursery, end of primary, end of secondary and start university!
Where’s the sweet smile on the sunlit porch, Sitting calmly and watching the world bustle by? Where are the hugs from that sweet voice, pitch