I have been writing Poetry since I was a teenager. Now in my late thirties I enjoy it more than ever. I find it a wonderful release and it helps me to free my mind and understand myself and my emotions.
The Black Crow
The Black Crow A Connection Between a Girl and Her Uncle You Can Never Forget ... It stalks me; all the time I think of it. Why is uncle gone? He did not deserve that for heaven’s sake! Anyway, my father, a 37 year old man who takes much good care of me - talks to me. He tries to make me understand that that life is for you. Although I already know, I try to make my father feel like I am actually listening. It’s just a mix of emotions at the moment as my uncle (a very kind man called Steven only 34 ) died just a few weeks before Christmas. What also gets to me more is the black crow. Yes, I know it doesn’t sound that exciting but ... my uncle said that wherever he went, the black crow followed. He said even at night it would perch on it's branch next to his house; watching, waiting and staring at him.