If you can see the white mist of the oasis
The red, white and blue that you defended
If you can see it all through the blackest pupil
The colours stretching the rainbow suspended
If you can see the breached blue dusk
And the caramel curls in swirls of tea
Why do you say you are colour blind when you see me?
Lemm Sissay
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.
Unexpected opportunity to have a few days break next week and would love some recommendations


