'Frustration builds over time. It creeps along the floor boards and up through my tired feet, winding its way along the aching muscles of my life blood. Until it bursts out my mouth in a crescendo of angry words. There it comes to rest at the back door, waiting to be let in again'

Janette Francina

'I try to capture the moments of your life in my mind but the seconds slip by so fast that I fear I will miss your smile, your laugh, your loving eyes on mine, until they become fragments of memories that I struggle to retain'

Janette Francina