celebrating and creating our own LGBTQI+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

Day fourteen

Can we drown the wave dreams now please?

When the wave comes

And you run,

sister scooped by mum

Dad carries the stuff

And lonely you

Run

Those three year old legs

Won!

Ta for that!

Harriet McDonald

Whitstable 

Comments on: "Day fourteen" (2)

  1. Meg Merrilees's avatar
    Meg Merrilees said:

    I’m really touched by these words. xxxx

  2. jonesyj08's avatar

    oh yes so moving..the three year old legs, the memory of how hard it was to keep up with the others too young to really understand the fear but still the joy of the run.

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