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My daughter
In my mother's arms
Is captured on a mug.
The mug,
In my mother's hand,
Captures a tear.
I have an entire
Chocolate biscuit
In my mouth.
It makes me grin.
January dusk
Enfolds the hills
Like sleep.
One crocus
And a thousand promises
Of snowdrops.
It is coming.
I am grateful for today.
It has brought me
To you.
Yes, you.
Story-scribbling, free-dancing, skip-dipping, pond-gazing, bowl-licking, paint-splatting, land-marveling, book-gorging, stone-whittling, fire-starting, moon-bathing soul-singing warrior mama.
Oh, my. I enjoy your poetry so much. Especially the crocus and the certainty of spring. Blessings to you, dear Lunar.
ReplyDeleteAnd to you, Claire. Your words help keep me writing these up here. Thank you. x
ReplyDeleteLooking back on it, I think yesterday was a rough one. I've been having a hard time bearing witness to other people's happiness with their partners when my marriage is in such a state.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. I'm very grateful for your presence in my life.
I'm grateful for you, too. Do remember that the spring we can rely on is not confined to the season. Everything has its fallow, stark time which must be weathered and everything blooms again - only sometimes its form has changed in the process. Keep loving, wherever you can.
ReplyDeleteWonderful blog! Do you have any recommendations for aspiring writers?
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Would you suggest starting with a free platform like
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that I'm completely confused .. Any recommendations? Many thanks!
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