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One Moment
There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Loving a Belfast Boy,’ by Pól Deeds.
. Our sun sets when you close your eyes. . Whatever time of day you sleep, The world ends in some way, And we Are left, then, emptied of you. Without your glow Utensils clang and clatter, doors Bang. Lowered … Continue reading
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Tagged 'My Ma thinks I'll be in bed early.', Belfast, cancer, Celtic FC, child, death, Fundraising, grief, inspiration, loss, Neuroblastoma, Oscar Knox, Pól Deeds, Wee Oscar
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I’m tired this morning; not sleeping well these days. The sunshine glaring through the kitchen window hurts my eyes, and I blink repeatedly as I fill the kettle. The wee man is calm at the moment, watching a DVD. I … Continue reading
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