Thanks Bob,
My sadness its louder, then quieter, at the moment it’s loud.
It’s hard to describe my thinking but one way would be
I was thinking of weeds that grow without love or nurture
As many of us must do (in so there is strength)
And how they are often looked down upon for it (as weeds)
And how many of us who have love and are nurtured (milk) covet it
And who are celebrated. (Ha I suppose the cream)

There was something else I was getting at I can’t quite grasp.

Thanks again.