Dreams & Nightmares
I was looking at a part time job. Sundays in Liverpool libraries. I know I cut my hours but the traveling. I thought maybe I should write that book, always it comes back to Dad and what happned. I was writing and it made me think back to memories buried.
My Das calm face as he looks at his scan results dooming him to death. John smiling at him then turning away and a flash of pain in his face. Him scratching my neck and telling me it is okay when I cried on him. I can't say anymore, I am starting to cry, better think to happy thought, like my little MJ. She is walknig and cuddles, lotso cuddles.
My Das calm face as he looks at his scan results dooming him to death. John smiling at him then turning away and a flash of pain in his face. Him scratching my neck and telling me it is okay when I cried on him. I can't say anymore, I am starting to cry, better think to happy thought, like my little MJ. She is walknig and cuddles, lotso cuddles.