tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105202636799038277.post6117069422082141292..comments2023-08-12T06:50:28.840-07:00Comments on An Experiment In Conscious Dying: IFNigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07955520448045755774noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8105202636799038277.post-51536287893877710522010-11-07T07:47:37.637-08:002010-11-07T07:47:37.637-08:00Nige...
I haven't read this poem for years. I...Nige...<br /><br />I haven't read this poem for years. It reminds me of my mum, who absolutely loved it as I recall, and of being at my friend Poppy's dad's house, about to head out to the cinema to watch 'Sleepers' - my first ever cert. 15 film. Poppy's sister did my make up - grey liquid eye liner and lots of mascara, and I felt awkward and proud and included and shy, all at the same time.<br /><br />And what's more... you ARE a man, in the Kipling sense, and you are a daily inspiration to me, and I'm so grateful to know this Love.<br /><br />x x xElloahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03109101968840744455noreply@blogger.com