I took my love to the Ada Tree, the Ada Tree,Where we could be alone, him and me,I would tell of my dreams and two would become three.This was my chance – his dazzling smile had stolen my heart,At the Ada Tree; one last shot at romance,So much had passed between us that meant so more
The morning birds drew back the starlit,Night and we did see a blue sky, shining,Sun and heard the dawn song of the sky,Larks as we’d never heard them before,Life as we knew it was over,A new life had begun!The fairies were sent from the magical realm,To weave a gossamer veil around us and,Within that veil more
If these old walls could talk: how many sweet nothings whispered to another? “I love you, I miss you, come home please,” is what they’d say, the lives of sisters and brothers. How many parties, celebrations, restless insomniac nights? How many meals cooked, grandchildren cuddled, filling our lives with delight? Everyone’s in the middle more
The cycle of domestic violence is terrifying to live with. You can tell if the person has genuinely changed (and that it’s not just the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘hoover’ phase) because there will be remorse, they will take responsibility for their actions and there will be talk of accountability rather than blaming everything onto the victim.