For N

A safe place, a friendly face,
a golden globe of light.
A dancing flame that speaks my name
and chases away the night.
The shadow is there but there’s warmth in the air,
Held in the haven of this room.
A sacred hour, a healing power,
That helps diminish the doom.
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The Wait Begins

If you follow me on Facebook and Twitter you’ll know that we are just back from a couple of days in Newcastle which I’ll tell you about later. When we arrived back in Dublin we had to head to Tallaght as Jono had a hospital appointment.

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