Friday 12th February 2016. Stephen.
I went to the last day of that boat course, the speed boat was bouncing and flying over the waves. It was like a rodeo just with giant waves of...
I smell of smoke..
And cheep Wine..
I smell of childhood..
My mothers downtime..
No nursery rhyme..
Her clock had wintertime..
This is a song that I wrote about my father.I have all of our memories, the good ones haunt me too.Thinking of where you are now just stabs me right on through.Today marks the day...