The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Twice, do we each die!

    The first time comes when our heart ceases its rhythm, and the world carries on without our footsteps. The second death is quieter, and more painful, as it arrives when our stories stop being told.Every memory, every shared laughter, every moment of reflection becomes a bridge between our existence and eternity. Stories are the echoes… Read more

  • anyone out there?

    I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offsetII.You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of  ghosts whispering of… Read more

  • My son, I love you

    To Memory: Memory,you are a delicate thread, a tape-loop of laughter, hands molding clay,sticky ice cream fingers,the way he’d tilt his head,as if trying to catch the light and the sun that danced in his smiles I count the birthdays missed,balloons floating to ceilings,each one a year without his giggles, and there’s silence rather than… Read more