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To Ken Hilda Tessa, Lately I've missed you three. Badly. I know that your gone from my sight now but you'll never leave my heart. Ken, my Uncle, you had been suffering from a stroke.
Soft beeping, Chemical air, You shouldn't be here, Life's unfair, Nurses whisper, Flowers lie, Beside your body, Please don't die... Gentle eyes, And greying hair, How will I cope, With you not...
Another life has left this earth, Upon that tragic night, A mother died within that car, So keep her soul in sight, A car collision, She'd three kids, The daughter broke, Three of her limbs, Was just...
#household A pot containing ashes, Placed upon a shelf, Bringing back mixed memories, Of when I wasn't by myself.
#household Tender scars you leave in my chest, Permanently there now you've been put to rest. Many many tears i have shed, How much i miss you cannot be said.
#household. Grandpa when you passed. They said this feeling wouldn't last. Grandpa when I saw you. At the funeral home it all became true. Grandpa that day was so surreal.
El calor del Sol no era lo suficientemente sofocante como para buscar refugio debajo de la suave sombra de una palmera, y aunque lo hubiera sido, por lo menos desde el punto donde yo estoy, no se...
Characters - dad, Eliza and Molly Eliza: daddy where's mummy. Dad: (whisper) she's gone baby girl Molly: where she go daddy.
A loving mother, With three kids, In a car crash, Except one,they live. A baby girl, Months of only eight, Went to heaven, And a smile on her face.
She was on the hospital bed, And I was far away, Thinking in my head, If she could any longer stay.
Hair as white as daisies, Just a child and nothing more. Wearing a black dress, Solemn face to be worn.
This is my first story, hope you enjoy it. I counted the vibrations as my phone went off again, but ignored his call like I'd been doing for the past month.
Notice: Not a personal experience. Flames dance. Before my eyes. Killing everything. With a smoky disguise. It all falls. Tumbles to the ground. As I step outside. Barely safe and sound.
I heard sirens coming my way. Had the fire already started somewhere in the garage. What did that mean "wrong choice". I'm certain nobody else is here.
On Friday I said goodbye to a friend a very sad day. Full of emotions and memories, respects we'd come to pay. She was my best friends mother, unconventional the victor said.
Cold tears leaked out of her eyes, I know it's hard when someone dies, It hurt to see her grieve like this, Her father was someone she was going to miss.
A year or so ago my nan passed away. When she was here we didn't have much to say. I was her first grandchild which didn't seem to mean much. And through the years we didn't really keep in touch.
#household. (True Story). I never met you,. While alive,. And never saw your face,. Until I saw your photograph,. Upon the mantlepiece,. Lying there, behind a clock,.
A star that once shimmered, disappearing from sight Could etch no such memory, nor burn so bright That it would seem as indestructible as you did.
I never know what to make of his death.
#household The girl cried out in anguish, Blood trickling down her chest, To survive was her only wish, There was no time to rest.
In my previous post you will see the storm of challenges and problems Im going through. These issues have burdened me constantly to the point of depression.
#household "I'm sacred Granny!" Whispered a young girl called Frankie. "Granny. I don't like the shadows!" Whispered the girl who sews. "Granny Granny.
Stop, look, listen. 'Hold my hand dear,' 'Mum, honestly I'm fine!' 'You have to hold your patience, Till the green man crosses the line.' Stop, look, listen.