Frank, the most unpretentious fellow you could meet. Polite (he doffed his trilby hat when he met anyone), loyal, pious, conscientious, honest and moral....
As a recently-divorced, single mother of my 9-year old son Stefan, my world was shattered one day in 1982, by a piece of news...
How Cora hates to be a cow Hanging around, just anyhow Seeking shade under the bough Collecting flies on her broad brow Ogling at...
Many years ago, at nine years of age, my son was fighting a particularly aggressive form of Leukaemia, when he frequently asked me, if...
Once upon a doorway hung a specially spartan spider Who was extremely private and a classical outsider She resided on the fringe of life...
At ten days old, I was adopted into a family of strict Baptists, Elsie the mother, Frank the father, John my adoptive brother, nearly...