My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Friday 27 May 2011


I don't see myself as a rock, maybe a large pebble. It is not easy to stay strong and keep fighting. If I am a rock then my children are as much a rock to me. We support each other. Today I went to speak to someone, to let go and release some stress. Just having that little outlet has done me the world of good. Talking is the best medicine for the troubled mind so people keep talking.


  1. We're all just pebbles hon...but it's pebbles that make the mountains of mankind ...

    and I've seen times when one pebble was all that held that mountain high ...

    Strong pebble. Pretty pebble. The pebble that just keeps on going.....

  2. Great advice to keep talking.
    Jeffssong I also love your comment it's so beautifully. Thank you both


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