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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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July 1st 2019
Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…
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Circles
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Little boy
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Hidden Mystery
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Mother bear
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Carry on
As heaviness mounts, The days lengthen Perpetual motion Takes all my strength and my heels keep Slogging through the mire Of the everyday, My muscles are on fire Far Horizons call my name Why can’t I run away, Off into the blue, Just for one day? Explore the wilderness Without the internet Get back to…
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Flowers in the Foyer