I remember being parted from my grandmother at seven. There was silence but the conch shell she gave me , I would hold to my ear. I heard no voices, just the ebb and flow of the tides which would ease me into sleep. This lovely poem brought me some nostalgia and I thank you for that. The absent voices these days speak to me in my head.
Chris
Posted 2 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
2 Years Ago
it seems we sail along parallel lines .. mine left me at nine and I still have the single co.. read more
it seems we sail along parallel lines .. mine left me at nine and I still have the single cowrie she gave me along with a half sovereign before passing .. the words you left above, left me feeling warm also .. Neville
I remember being parted from my grandmother at seven. There was silence but the conch shell she gave me , I would hold to my ear. I heard no voices, just the ebb and flow of the tides which would ease me into sleep. This lovely poem brought me some nostalgia and I thank you for that. The absent voices these days speak to me in my head.
Chris
Posted 2 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
2 Years Ago
it seems we sail along parallel lines .. mine left me at nine and I still have the single co.. read more
it seems we sail along parallel lines .. mine left me at nine and I still have the single cowrie she gave me along with a half sovereign before passing .. the words you left above, left me feeling warm also .. Neville