By Carolyn Ferreira I see your teardrops falling I hear you cry my name I know you can not see me but I hold you just the sameI watch as you lie abed as restless as can be I hear your whispered words as you pray for dreams of meevery day for you is painful […]

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple… With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on caviar and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up […]