To Bob
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]
The Poems of David Garlick
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]
Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Would you like to come to tea, at my cottage by the sea? Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. I never eat bread and butter for tea. Only scones and cake, you’ll see. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. Mr. Penhaligan said to me. […]
This special breed of human being, who spend their working day in care of people sick in mind or limb and helps them back to health again. For all their outward starch and poise, their eyes and hands betray their love. Both men and women have this gift that sooths the fears and […]
He wasn’t a hero but he was a brave man. He wasn’t a great sailor but he loved the sea. He wasn’t always kind but he was always honest. He wasn’t the best businessman but he always told the truth. He wasn’t a rich man but he was generous with […]