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DAISY CHAINS

Oh, such a little one
A sunshine condensed
Five year old ancient with daisy
chain breath
Skip on, skip skip high child
Tiny teacher of ways
Singing faith...unpetrubed
Wearing certainty... unfazed

Hair shining bunches, at play
with the breeze
Hands swinging daffodils in
child joy, child ease
The giving of great gifts alive
​​​​​​on your face
Chattering chitter toΒ the
flowers you place

All that love in your eyes would
not think to cry tears
Not one doubt in your heart
That he's here, still so near
To you

M P 9/4/21

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Jill Tait

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Gwendoline

You captured such an innocence in this piece Marion ❀️

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Marion

Yea...took the little one to see Uncle Judd...she was so close to him. She is quite accepting that he is an angle AND the brightest star in the sky and that he is most definitely still here so WHY are you sad nana??? She was singing to herself as she put flowers in his pot...then she asked him if he liked them. We could learn a lot from the children Gwen xxx

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Gwendoline

Oh Marion that is beautiful, children are so more receptive of things. My son recognises his dad in a photo now. Which I love. I have a star named after him. One day I plan to show him with a telescope.

We grown ups have so many questions. Sending you warm hugs and love ❀️

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Pratibha Savani

Beautiful piece Marion, capturing the innocence as Gwen rightly put. Love your elegance in any theme taken even the somber. It's pure art and emotions tightly wrapped together. Power in words and emotion. Your friend Pxxx

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Marion

Oh thankyou lovely lady...love it when you appear on here. I'm off to check I've not missed any of yours...hugs πŸ’•

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