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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CINQUAIN IN FRANCE

I see In a vast bar On the edge of my past A boy so lost amid the crowd And you, There was, In the mayhem, A sense of happening, A feeling of the familiar In you, Brown shirt And dark blue jeans, Gaze so deep to drown in And a gentleness that caught me […]

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