Sometimes being to tender can break you. I felt that.

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

A honeypot written with a tinge of bonds and chains. Well done, crimsin! “)

Was it internal rain or was it seasonal rain? That is a lot of water all the time. It can be depressing. One day of sunshine and not even a full day at that. Good poem

It was English Rain. The winter has become soggy here instead of cold. Thanks for reading.
Regards
James

This is so light-hearted, and the innocence of watching children play is sweet. Now the sister swooping down had me laughing. This is a fun read.

Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I used some pretty old cowboy and super hero names, so don’t feel bad if you didn’t recognize them.

As a sister looking for someone to play with while my brother is off having fun with his friends, I can say with glee I was the demon in pink boots, lol. Childhood nostalgia at its best. Great piece, Sam!

I know I’ve said it before but you really are the master of this writing genre Sam .. This one as always made me chuckle no end .. Write on my friend .. Neville 😎👍

This was a very enjoyable read. It takes me back.
Regards James

Thank you.

Nailed it….👍

Beautiful words. Rich and full of imagery.
Regards
James

“Over time the room stretches” that is so true.

Damn, Bricky, you may be right. It’s been a while since I’ve been anywhere where grief is part of the landscape, but I recall times when I have been among those who are helplessly lost in their grief at the loss of a loved one, and the air was palpably thick with it, cloying, making it difficult to breathe. You are absolutely correct, my friend!