Sorry Poem – Miranda speaks to her lost child

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
i am sorry my lost one that choosing a name for you has taken so long it’s just we had to find it for you when we were swimming in the butterfly tears i thought i knew it before you were born but we you were here and gone so…

#putoutyourbats

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
For Phillip Hughes No personal memories have I only the memory of my son loving watching your games on television. He knows all your stats and history as young Aussie cricketers tend to do. On the day you passed the storms came suddenly and hailstone the size of cricket balls fell…

Who Shaped Me – makes me want to play my guitar…

Reading all the Who Shaped Me Stories so far at ABC Open is an enlightening experience. Just who do the contributors find shapes them? So far fathers, friends, and teachers lead the way. Are influences always positive, or do we sometimes form ourselves in antithesis to others? Denis Murphy explores this in his contributions.    EspeciallyContinue reading “Who Shaped Me – makes me want to play my guitar…”