I paint a picture in my mind,

to see what heaven looks like,

where I hold your hand. We talk like we did

when I was young. I ask if you’re okay,

you tell me you are watching over me. Every step I tread

you take with me. You are always in my mind,

if I close my eyes I’ll paint that picture.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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