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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FRAGILE BEAUTY

Fragile beauty Caught in the garden, Flickerings of ruby red Tenderly unraveling From garlands of green Amid a day Named ordinary. It is the fairest pleasure, The simplest suggestion of perfection, Nature unearthing itself Onto the world And yet It is the easiest To crush- A cry of crimson Carelessly caught In the chaos Of […]

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