My poem is up

Ariel Chart A Monthly Journal May 11, 2019 He Built a House  He Built A House He built for her a house of paper,between low and high tide,in the line between the sea and the sand.She took their dead child, carried a spade,dug into the warm earth his grave,she mourned their child alone Chrissie Morris

The relief is always brief…coping

Yesterday was such a pleasant day and I enjoyed it so much. A day shared with loved ones is always a great day, I think. Especially when you are sharing a common goal, like my garden. Today I am towards struggling with my breathing again. I realised last night that the antibiotics prescribed this time