My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...

When troubled, I visit a sacred place.
Where an affable welcome, graces the air...

Your hands were sails carved-
from the genesis that also...

As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...

The sheer depth of it
a word that is a rainbow...

The news today,
sadly my love has flown away...

If I move angel around
you would see it from...

I,
was, cradled in your...

Clouds; collude for a stormy charade
thunder; echoes a grumbled demise...

Humpty Dumpty...
in fact was an old drunken grumpy...

A spot of fun, anyone.. silly alternative Nursery...
They sat on the water...

Storm brewed
bitterness bites...