Today 12th May has been my Mother's 28th year in Heaven she died in 1996
one of her friends is 99 now
another died at 99
a third is in the 90s
A House fit for a King, where my mum was born Cromane Lower Killorglin Kerry Ireland
the sound of Tinnitus constantly in my head, killing me, or am I missing a message
the moment I realised I wanted to Present, and yes 20 years later maybe, I was a great ESOL teacher
me and my mum, 55 years ago maybe
my mum as I remember her, a packed church and 5 priests on the altar
my twerking backside and my first daughter, I still have the clock too
me greeting my readers, and Hello Moscow, TIME to free yourselves
The man himself, Padre Pio
I believe we got one miracle out of him, maybe 2, read padre pio and me
Recently, through all my agony, and that is the word, I've been nagging him to death
In the end Pio has been up to mischief.
Persistence denotes Faith, but in my Tinnitus nights, you don't want to know
Only. Putin deserves to have my Tinnitus
I'm angling to avoid the
inevitability of needing Dialysis
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