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Category: strong women
A lone gull circled in the distance. There is something sacred about seagulls, stars, and salt. It was here, on a dock, beneath a midnight sky that I contemplated life. It was the alter where I came to worship the notion of ‘more’.
Seated at a roadside table Her knee pressed yours One timeless moment You can’t forget The girl with the rain soaked eyes. She holds sorrow as a mother holds a newborn babe Gently, softly And you are young again and safe In the arms of the girl with the rain soaked eyes. You’ll say you’ve moved on yet find yourself lost in the folds … Read More The Girl With The Rain- soaked Eyes
“Could she get a job?” Roy appeared perplexed. “Why would she?” Who does he think he is? Stella reached behind and slammed the door shut. It was better this than her raised voice echoing through the reception area. Turning, she walked toward the chair behind his desk. She eased into the leather and crossed her long legs. … Read More
I could see she was weary, a shadow of her past. The light that had once shone from her eyes, now dimmed. Words failed her. She had emptied out a million little broken pieces. It was sad. She had been hurt so much, she accepted it. Her voice, a mere whisper, spoke. “When will we understand? To hurt one is to hurt all. This is … Read More
Darling, 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 Rebels, all. Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace Her tapestry forged with iron and lace Fragile yet strong Our thread … Read More
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. I’d forgotten. It’s been so long since I felt my mother’s touch. ~ The Stranger