by Lisa Robinson | Oct 28, 2007 | Poetry
A frail old man with warmth around him, A smile on his face, his family surround him. ‘Oh Danny Boy’ he sings with a glint in his eye, Teaching me domino’s as the time goes by. You didn’t tell me granddad of your memories past, Of when you...
by Lisa Robinson | Oct 23, 2007 | Poetry
The worrying and waiting never goes away, Even when you’re home, it’s never to stay. “I’ve got to go away” you tell me one day, With a sinking stomach I turn to you and say, “I’ll keep the home fires burning and pray” Your bags are packed, the...
