ONCE, ON A SUNDAY

  And I see you standing with apron on on a Sunday morning, rollers turning mum’s sleep into mother’s style like time turns moments into memory, I see you there roasting in the kitchen before the bacon’s burnt and the sausages sizzle, before the decision of where to go to find God (we were faithful […]

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TO GIVE BUT NOT LET GO

Give give him she gave him she gave him life but she couldn’t keep him. Give give him she gave him she gave him a name but she couldn’t call him. Give give him she gave him she gave him something better she gave him something brighter. Give give him she gave him she gave […]

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MOTHERS CHILD

We are carved and we are cared for, Cuddled and coddled all our lives, But we are, will always remain A mother’s creation, the love And labour of the hands That first held us. I see you In me, in the minutes so simple, In the moments so precious, Sometimes so predictable, Other times obscure. […]

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La Mere et Moi

I am sure it was Spring But in the scattered photos By my slippered feet The weather recalls it winter. Your first foray Into the new world I had run to, Forsaking the familiar For the unknown, Discarding childish ways for adult desires. Your glistening eyes lit up As I showed you the treasures I […]

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