by Tahera Mayat
Time is ticking away
Today is deadline day
You regret previous procrastination
But there is no time for frustration Continue reading “Deadlines”
by Tahera Mayat
Time is ticking away
Today is deadline day
You regret previous procrastination
But there is no time for frustration Continue reading “Deadlines”
On Monday I got ready for the bus.
As I set off, I found a little stone
In my right shoe. I took it out.
That made me late.
I missed the bus. Continue reading “Time Waits For No Woman”
Threads of shared sepia memories
bind us together.
We share painful moments
in our arthritic haze. Continue reading “Old Love”
A moment standing, silent, stilled.
A moment to remember when young blood spilled.
A moment for thoughts of loved ones we lost,
fighting for England, their lives were the cost.