My child

MRS LYONS : Each day I look out from this window I see him with his friends, I hear him call I rush down, but as I fold my arms around him He's gone - was he ever there at all? I've dreamed...

MY CHILD In this torture of heartbeats I sat in the loneliest of dreams. Listening to my thoughts of pain slipping down my consciousness, like raindrops down a wet cliffwall. But then I heard...