My Five Angels

I tried to cover myself up, but my blanket just wasnt big enough and i could feel the cold London air creep up my thigh. I sat and stared at the open field in front of me. My mother and I used to come here every afternoon and feed the birds. Everything about this place has changed since then though,. The trees were dead and dry, the grass was brown and there were no flowers in sight. and the bench, the bench my mother and i used to sit every afternoon was now craked and faling apart. Oh how i wish that i could bring all of that back. The flowers, the birds, my mother...