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Every greeting was the same '083159' 'Hello Grandad' My friend who lived so many miles away, Carnoustie, my childhood in seashells and sand.
The first grandchild is Shannon So graceful and tall She's sixteen now Never a problem at all. The second girl is Amie Like her mum a born rebel But she has a good heart And full of love as well.
You don't know me. We've known each other for a few months. You say I know everything about you. But how do I know that. You don't know what I went through when my mum caught cancer.
Chapter 1 Dreaming It was the day of the final in the Grand Prix competition me and Toffee were about to jump the last jump, the moment I have dreaming about since my life begun.
Chapter 16: I visited Maggie in the hospital regularly for two weeks and each time I saw her I slowly died inside. She was beginning to look empty and could barely move, even her facial expressions.
Chapter 12: I hadn't been to the shop as regularly as I usually did and was missing it terribly.
It's sad to think, That all those times, And all the love we shared, Will be ripped apart, Torn away, Falling all to parts, It's off to college, It's away you go, I'll worry everyday, I'll call...
I should see you tomorrow Before I leave for a trip I want to show you my poems And my fun little clips I've missed you so much I send a small text We should hang out tomorrow night I wonder what's...
The day I learnt to tie my own shoe laces you sat beside me, pausing the aching earth with the hand you laid on me.
To my sister, Nikki.
You’ve just turned 11 and I can’t believe how quickly time has passed. I remember the first time I saw you and how you fell asleep in my arms.
I was so little. I didn't exactly understand. I was just curious. In this big ole land. My sister was giving me. A simple bath. Whilst my mother was out of it.
It was just us three. Or including my mum n dad 5 you could say. The years I'd drain out complaints. Moaning 1 brother and 1 sister were a pain. 18 years I've lived with them.
Welcomed with a warm embrace Grandma sits with her bobbins making beautiful lace. I love listening to her stories of old to my own daughter these will soon be retold.
Dedicated to my close friends and Opussian family. Through all the pain. You've always been there. Through all the fights. You've always supported. Being there when. Nobody else was.
Dear Son, I remember when I hugged you close; Rocked away your fears, Sang and held you through the night, Kissed away your tears. So easy to fix any pain, That often befalls the young.
I haven't been on Opuss for a while now. I've been meaning to post more stuff but I just can't get my mind off of my cousin.
They say time heals all wounds both great and small. But I don’t think that’s the truth at all. A broken heart can never fully mend. You lose a little piece each time you lose a friend.
Whenever we gather together, The words are not easy to find, But love speaks a common language When people have ties that bind.
Irish bloke moves to a new retirement home and starts drinking in a local boozer.
Chapter 2 Today I have to go to the countryside. Leave my mother. My home. My friends. I have to be labelled up like a parcel then sent off on a train with everyone else in my class.
An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn.
The moments when your lost in your own world and block out life like it has no meaning to it, still the love you have for your family is all that matters and when it rips you got the tools to sew...
Our skin colors don't match. He is a different race. He lives 1700 miles away but I still elect him to be my adoptive father for being the kindest most gentle hearted man in this world.