Forgiveness is a Feather...
Caught in a twist of wind
Spinning, twisting, out of control
Falling, gliding through the air of rational distrust.
Through autumn’s dying season
And surviving the cold winter of reason
Forgiveness is just a leaf….
A broken canoe caught in a maelstrom of air
Dry and spiralling through the world
Into a ragged patch of blood coloured guilt
Covering the frosty graves where they lay
In beds of cold inflexible clay
Forgiveness is a fool…
A primitive tool for the unwise
To prise open a door
Through which the past can rush
To find a rebellious drum to beat
And proclaim our rejection of it.
Forgiveness is a pain…
A sharp grain of sand, rasping against the eyeball,
A half remembered quote from Shakespeare
And the nagging fear that if you do
You may become human again.
Forgiveness is a feather,
And is weighted against your soul.
© Nemo 2010
from me 
not a clue! 
I spent the week or so with my sister's children, I went down to devon for a couple of days then brought them up here for 6 days, a 9 1/2 hour journey on the way up which was not funny as it's usually 4 1/2 - 5 hours, but they were really great especially considering they are 3 and 9! We took them to Blackpool and Knowsley Safari Park and a great time was had by all. Next year I will take two weeks off - one week with the children and a second week to recover! 
