Dealing with the lost 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 the job I loved gone.
After caring the angel falls…. Mum named me her angel… now I`m a falling angel…. & left with the empty biscuit tin…..
(The reason for the name of this blog)
~ I guess I am creating a journal of grief through poetry (and film)