Clouds afford a soft landing. I climbed that stairway to Heaven, found you, and snatched you back. I didn’t want you to leave; couldn’t let you go; wasn’t ready to say goodbye. We eluded St Peter, leapt from the pearly gates. Down, down. I wake with tears on my pillow.
Sandra James leads a writing group in Heathcote, Australia.
One night I dreamt I was eating the world’s biggest marshmallow… Lovely story Sandra.
Thanks, Robert!
A sad, unaccompanied soft landing brilliantly told. Thanks.
Thank you, Ron.
The hardest thing is letting go, fondest memories keep us going x
Thanks, Leonie. That is so true 💛
Sandra, this little gem is so beautiful, and so close to my heart. It brought tears to my eyes.
Thanks, Meron 💛
I truly felt this. A beautiful little story and beautifully told!
Very. Very deftly done Sandra. A lot there in only fifty words.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful words with us all. 🧡
Gorgeously written