As a child, I see her, desperate for the loving attentions of her parents. She can feel their spiky walls, see their moats and towers, yet cannot understand them. She grows outside those walls ‘with-out their love’ whilst her parents remain secluded, safe within the walls they built around themselves. It is clear that they are prisoners … More Release the bird within. A Fable.
Memory I remember… I remember… I forget what I remember. I knew it. I know I knew it. I had it right here on the tip of my…right here. (points to tongue) I KNOW I know it! Try counting? Numbers? Well that’s easy isn’t it: ( watches thumb and fingers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) … More Memory. A Poem