I talk about her still, I’ll talk about her always. She is my daughter and she always will be. She has a huge part of my heart. I worry that people will wonder why I’m still talking about her after all these years. I worry that they are right. I worry that I shouldn’t be. I worry that I should let her go. And I worry because I can’t. I worry that it’s not ok that I am not going to let her go.
The Whitlams
Keep The Light On
We stumble into each other’s lives and we knock some things over
Try not to make a sound
Each time you reach out, a new shout or shine-on
We run in and fall out, fumble around for the key
I’ll always keep the light on for you
You try so hard to be alive
What else can you do, but close your eyes
You can’t see the beautiful way when you’re burning so bright
always keep the light on for you
You try so hard to be alive
What else can you do, but close your eyes
You can’t see the beautiful way when you’re burning so bright
Your halfpenny eyes smile like a fire-sale
Everyone’s a suspect, the horses won’t move up the rail
Your sadness, a thief, waits in the hallway
With mail on the floor and 2 birds in the chimney
On 30th June, Paisley will be 4. To honour her I am raising funds for Heartfelt, an amazing Australian charity of photographers who help the family to capture priceless memories of their children gone too soon. If you can, please consider supporting this outstanding organisation.
https://www.mycause.com.au/page/127880/paisleys-4th-birthday
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