Empty
life regressing...

Resolution list
get fit, exercise, eat well...

Floating on a downy cloud
of rainbow coloured dreams...

Dear Mum by Bob Shank...

A razor sharp tongue
cuts deeper than any knife...

Kids are dying
mothers left crying...

..they echo now,
all around the big chair...

Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...

Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...

They stand in rows,
yellow and stained...

The spider takes up residence
in the corner...

My wine glass
shed a tear...