Under the Sycamore Tree

I carved your name on the tree we sat under. Remember that November afternoon, the sun was just right. You held my hand and led me to the magnificent sycamore tree. We sat in its shade. I was cold, but the warmth of your hand subdued my shivers. The sunlight tried to penetrate the thickness […]


The only thing that’s keeping me alive is knowing I’ll meet you in Heaven. That if I push the days and keep moving, I’ll eventually make it there. I’m on the journey to you. All the wrinkles which time has engraved on my face have faded. The scars and blemishes have been replaced with translucent […]