by Holly Kernott | Mar 10, 2009 | Poetry
I cannot tell you now. Not me. Nor anyone. Words cannot change past actions. But you were loved beyond anything I can describe. There are a whole host of people who have been deprived of meeting you. Who will never know how unlucky they were not to have seen you or...
by Holly Kernott | Dec 4, 2008 | Poetry
A young solider wants to get his mother something to remember him by. He thinks, in his youthful mind, That she will forget her young man when he goes to war. So he takes a coin – all he has and asks for it to be engraved with ‘mum’ A warm word on cold metal A...
