Poem -

snowboots + raincoat

she doesn't know
how could she

my beautiful anchor
companion in life
the point of my love 
my source of relief

my snowboots + raincoat
my candle in storms
my heart's only flower
my soulmate in grief

a daughter  my daughter
how can she quite know
that without her I'd crumble
just die and let go

a daughter  my daughter
she of kind eyes
and I need her to know
she's my sunset... and rise,

M ~

 

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Being Me

Awwww. I do hope your daughter reads your poetry xx

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Marion

What we find of our loved ones after they die is of much more importance than it ever could be in life... strange that.
I hope  so too... one day... hugs xx

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Bernadete van d...

Please write it down and place it on her pillow, Marion. 
Absolutely stunning words, .  B 

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Marion

I will. Thanks love x

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Shirley Harrison

Incredible poetry, put this in an envelope and give it to her, her kind eyes will become flooded with joy and appreciation for her mother dear. Marion, out of all the poems I've ever read from you, this is my favourite because in some ways it makes me see deeply into your soul, repaired enough to be able to write this, and it actually brings me so much comfort. Something my own mother  didn't get to say to me. ❤️ 

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Marion

I will. Oh Shirley, possibly the reason she didn't is that we think there will always be tomorrow even though we know better. I have written only of my son for years yet my daughter is by my side constantly. Time to put that right. Many hugs dear lady X

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Shirley Harrison

Sending so much love to you and your beautiful daughter. It's time to celebrate eachother, a brand new chapter... ❤️ ❤️

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