When they question your worth
Take a breath.
A sisterhood of women stand with you.
You’re a Queen.
The daughter of painters and writers
Worn mothers, posh aunts
Star crossed lovers
Saints and sinners
Warriors with roses
Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace
Her tapestry forged with iron and lace
Fragile yet strong
Our thread never breaks.
When they ask, ‘Who do you think you are?‘
Raise your head and smile.
~warriors and roses
It was over. The memory of tail lights lingered in his mind. She’s taunting me.
Roy lit a smoke and stared across the water.
Rain fell like tears and rolled over the pavement. The lonesome moan of a tug echoed in the distance. He felt his pulse pump like a bass line. As his forehead touched the rail, he closed his eyes in prayer.
How strange to bow down, he thought, a man who has only set foot in a church, once.
~ Everything and Nothing
You asked how it felt to love him. Let me try to explain. It was as if one hundred doves took flight. Exquisitely rare and magical.
~Miss Ella Speaks
He asked, “What is it you want?”
“Your heart,” she said.
Her fingers brushed a stray lock of hair and tucked it behind my ear.
She said, “Pink is a pretty colour, Lass.”
A simple gesture yet profoundly intimate.
It’s been so long since I felt my mother’s touch.
~ The Stranger
If you ask,
I’ll show what matters.
just before birdsong
on the edge of time
within the margins of a favourite story
is where she knew,