A Ghost of Memory

I’ll hold the faded photograph, etch her colours bright and true, as she walks through half-forgotten memories. I’ll hear her voice, whispering through the mists – the lessons she can teach if I listen. I must listen. Tales of hardship and happiness. Times of tears and laughter. A song of resilience carries upon a piano’s … More A Ghost of Memory

Secrets of the Grave

A life: carved in stone, crumbling to dust, reclaimed by the earth. A memory: fading with each passing year. Soon until all that linger are stories, tales once told. Do any now know the truth?