A mother’s love, a mother’s kiss
I knew it once, yet now I miss
For everything I found in life
I seem to ruin, my love, my wife
A daughters laughter, fathers hand
Brothers voice, a golden band
All are past and now have fled
Yet only me I fear have bled
I have a knack it seems to me
Of losing things, like loves and keys
I’ve lost so many, family, friends
I must accept it’s me that bends
I loved them all I miss them so
Yet never failed to let them go
I blame them, yes and feel betrayed
Am somehow sure they could have stayed
Yet always then, when love has paled
It’s somehow always I that failed
I am afraid, so full of fear
My fate may be the story you hear
I heard it once when very young
Of such a man, with pride and tongue
Who drove away all those he’d known
Till are were gone, save him alone
Yet by the time, he saw his fate
To live alone, then far too late
To bring them back or find new hope
He chose his end…. with tree and rope
© Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks 2010

By eddonthenet

Edd describes himself as an asocial and acerbic individual. He began blogging in 2007 on Blogspot, long before blogging became a widespread trend. Initially, his blog served as an online diary—a personal journal where he shared his experiences, thoughts, and travels. Over time, his blog evolved into a space where he could express his random musings and reflections. This personal blog doesn’t focus on any specific niche, but instead, it’s a collection of his diverse interests and feelings. Edd created the blog purely as a hobby, with no particular intention of aligning it with any particular theme or audience. It remains a platform for him to write about whatever crosses his mind, with a style that is uniquely his own—raw, honest, and unapologetic. Through the years, the blog has served as a creative outlet, allowing Edd to document his personal journey while sharing bits of his life and thoughts with the world.