The Brother With Blue Eyes His eyes are as blue as the deep Sea. His piercing stare sees right through you. He knows what you've done. His short black hair, sticking up at odd angles seems to bristle with contained. He has put up with you for long enough. Just leave before it's to late. Just leave before he reaches his wand. Because when he does, you will regret ever killing his sister.

The Mother Tree I miss her so much. One has many word, curling round it's arm. Her gnarled face twisting a smile for you as she takes you in her arms. There is always more to her than meets the unseeing eyes. She is unceremoniously glorious in every aspect. Her arms do get tired and do occasionally fail but I never give up on her. She has taught me to see the beauty of nature. And the wonder of spring.

Kids are like farts. Their parents like their own but hate others.

The #life Story Of A Girl In World War 2 Why mummy left I don't know. She said I will see her soon. She kissed me then disappeared. A week. Two weeks. Three week. A month. A year. She never came back. I will never forget her sweet aroma of roses, her flowery dresses, her posh accent. Yesterday I was looking through the attic. I found a death certificate. She died. Bombed. My daddy was shot down in a plane. When she left I was alone. I was 8. Alone. A friend came came round. She found me. I was adopted but its not the same. Never

#life Without children, it's more like a straight line than a circle.