Hi all x
HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Yes poetry again, but I believe we need hope, give up hope and
what is there ?
Scaredycat anxiety is so sneaky, it pounces doesn’t it x
HVDY up at 6.30 ! I don’t’do’ 8.00, sounds you are having an
enjoyable day x
Doodle impossible to explain life in a mining community, uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins, g uncles and aunts, all
in the same community, school head mistress, chapel deacons,
village police officers, district nurse, all relatives, for me it was
the safest place in the world, it crashed in minutes, I remember
my g aunt who was a midwife crying’ I helped to bring so many
of the mothers into the world now I have to support them through the loss of their children. Sorry gloomy , how are you
my love ? sending a cwtch x
How is everyone?