 For my Father. A quiet, kind, gentle, wonderful man.
A long and remarkable life. 1st March 1924 - 1st July 2021  Vicky
For the fragile and frayed holding hurt in strongholds of iron showing rust and decay too soon before oceans come to wash and erase let waves wrap weeds of worth strong tendril cords rays of laser gold to melt your iron and shine your light Ruth Field 19th June 2021  What do we see beneath the wrappings?
What secrets are folded and hidden? Dissent and sweat covered with silk, voices silenced, hearts crushed Crimes against humanity. Who will open the box? Ruth Field |
