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Good company
The morning sun woke my nerves with an unpleasant jangle It was daytime before I was ready. A late night for me, but a good one, Reminding me that I’m more than just a mother, just an automaton put here to do the bidding of others, At home At work For society I felt a flicker…
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Quill
It’s late at night, and I think about my dreams I’d love to fly around the world, to experience all the riches it has to offer, Dive into the deepest ocean, Climb to base camp at Everest and stand in awe at Chomolungma, draped in clouds I want to meet people from around the world, …
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Tether
Invisible strings, Gossamer threads that sparkle Fairy dust, A gift from God above, Earth below Ethereal in nature, Stronger than steel Reminding me of the power Of love Giving me my purpose in life, My heart tied to theirs, Forever
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Pluck
What makes some people ferocious?Determined in their path, Full of pluck and vigor? I remember stories of people that awed me, thrilled me Left me questing for my own form of personal success Dauntless and full of courage Growing up, I heard tales Valour road in Winnipeg, Renamed after the Great War from unassuming Pine…
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Last voyage
Once upon a time, the river Styx called to the man. He shook his fist defiantly, and shouted back I’m not dead yet You can not have me! The boatman heard, and smiled knowingly before raising his sail, continuing onwards. The man fought against the pull, striving to return to the light, the warmth from above.…
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The kitchen
We are all a product of our childhoods, A mixture of our life experiences Melting together into a giant pot, stirred with the spoon of our upbringing, a dash of tribulation for good measure. The end result different depending on the chef, On the pot, On the ingredients, Each unique in some way Some are a…
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July 2nd
The day after a holiday is anticlimactic, All the promise gone, blown away on the breeze of yesterday, Leaving you with the faint sensation you’ve forgotten something, That only half of the anticipated joy materialized. You can’t quite put a finger on what The missing piece is, Only that it’s gone, scampered away…
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My Canada
Today is the anniversary of the foundation of my country, but not it’s birthday.My Canada was born in a massive event of the geographical sort. I wasn’t there, but so I’ve been told. Once upon a time, Pangaea was all there was, slumbering in an endless ocean. It yawned, stretched, and the land heaved apart, …
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Second Summers
The last day of June, and it officially feels like summer. Not only was the weather warm and sunny, but it was TGIF, and drivers were again proving that nice weather does not improve skills on the road. I raced through work, driven by the nice weather outside and the general contentment engendered within those I…
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Fall towards night
Heavy eyes, dragging down towards sleep, Iron fillings towards the magnet Memories of elementary school science, chasing brown pieces of metal, Dancing against their will Limbs heavy, Morpheus descending, Playing a song of serenity, Clouds drifting across my consciousness, Drawing back the night, Twilight pulls its curtain back, pins it with a star, memories of…