Babbling 'Brooks'

Just here for therapy

Corona diary – the one where I am poetic

I am the wind that blows against your face

I am the sun that shines brightly and fades as day turns to night

I am the trees that whisper softly as you pass them by

I am the flowers bringing colour to each and every day

I am the clouds drifting by overhead

I am the rain and storm and lightening bolts

I am pure white snow glistening

I am the crunch of leaves in the autumn

I am hope and I am all around

I am with you in these dark times

I am here always

Posted by:

Clare Brooks

Happily married mum of two who keep me on my toes but who make me question my sanity regularly!! Love glitz, glamour, sparkly things, hats, bags, shoes, vintage, the golden age of Hollywood, Wallis Simpson, Paris. This list is endless but I won’t bore you with it!! Am truly 100% grateful to anyone who takes the time to read my blog, so thanks in advance. and I hope you enjoy it, all comments welcome. Clare x

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About Me

Happily married mum of two.

I used to write to be creative and imaginative and to keep a skill I once had.

Now, since losing my dad last year, I write for therapy
……….
and to remember.

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