Monday, 19 December 2011

Remembering you

An year passes back. You haven't come back. Time goes on. I laugh, I cry, I make mistakes, I try to mend them.

Hoping my prayers reach you, hoping your loved ones stand strong, hoping you are watching over us.

I live, carrying with me, a little part of you.


  1. A primrose by a river's brim
    A yellow primrose was to him,
    And it was nothing more.


  2. Nothing more, nothing less, but it was definitely there.