memories lurk beneath the pale,
behind the brow of sorrow,
too many hurts, the thoughts impale,
of lives in tempest and death grow stale,
lest, remembered, some tomorrow....
well known beyond the veil,
which no one else can borrow,
some try to no avail,
tomorrow yet tomorrow.....
At 4 years i told my mum i drowned at sea, and the sharks were there???
re: "Hollow Bones" Debbie Duncan