Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Sometimes, I mourn for my past.

To hold my baby in my arms.
To have another cup of tea with him.
To be terrified by the prospect of (not) paying bills.
To be with her, to live with her, to be a part of her whanau.
When you can pinpoint those moments in your life, where your mind goes blank thinking about how different things could be.

1 comment:

  1. :( Awww David...

    You've lived through so much, and sadly/fortunately/scarily there'll be so so much more that you'll have to live through

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