by Andrea Mackintosh | Feb 7, 2009 | Poetry
He’s not gone He’s always there He’s looking down on you He’s your guiding star But it’s not true I watched him die I fought for him but this battle I didn’t win My training kicked in and I did what I knew But it wasn’t enough. I ordered them to stop when it had gone...
by Andrea Mackintosh | Feb 5, 2009 | Poetry
It’s a funny old world, our world. Nice day at the office dear? Need to know darling and you don’t need to know! Will you be home in time for dinner? Need to know my love and you don’t need to know! What was it that woke you screaming and crying in the night my sweet?...
by Andrea Mackintosh | Feb 2, 2009 | Poetry
Short days ago, we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved. Owen said it better than me, Another Poet, in another place, that land between the rivers invoked Elliott, to tell me of his love, but those were happy times, when love was born, took root and...
