Lorraine Godwin
Photography and Poem By rob lowe
Looking back on what I could change, Recalling all of my memories from a young age. From cutting my doll’s hair off in front of my dad, Expecting a telling off from him, but in fact It was my mum that went mad. The Flowers, the sunshine, the birds singing in the morning All contributed to my mood that same morning Confronting my fears on a daily basis, by making Small steps and meeting faces and visiting new places For I am not one to argue, I would rather sulk in a room and remain in situ. I take everything as it comes and live for today from my Vile past experience, I now no longer want to delay.