Not flesh of my flesh,
nor bone of my bone.
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute.
You didn't grow under my heart,
but in it.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Good morning from the beach
Looks can be deceiving. This picture would be alarming if it weren't just a boyfriend of a neighbor visiting in the early hours for some coffee with his mates. They sat around laughing and eating bananas. Then they left quietly.