Where to next?

1927/15th July 2023 One should always keep an eye on the sky. Even on a grey day. When I think of Mum, I see her in a garden. Some of her homes didn't have one. Then she had to be satisfied with window boxes and potted plants. She occupied the extra time with sewing and … Continue reading Where to next?

The Dying business

Sunset and evening star, and one clear call to me As my parents aged, they began to lose their friends. One by one, letters stopped arriving. There would be a Christmas card missing one year and my father would say gloomily: “another one gone.” It was sad to see him more and more alone as … Continue reading The Dying business