Dealing with the loss of my mum and being her carer for the last five years, as left me with two life blows no longer having mum around and redundant from the job I loved.
After caring the angel falls…. Mum named me her angel… now I`m a falling angel…. & left with the empty biscuit tin….. (The reason behind the name of this blog)
~ I guess I am creating a journal of grief through poetry and poems in film