She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

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I have enjoyed writing poetry since childhood and I am hoping to find a wider audience on my blog, sharing the hope that I have and connecting with others.

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She Hath Wings

Stop Right There!

Have you ever tried to have boundaries but certain people in your life undermine them with selfishness? You feel like you can’t go on another minute like you have been, severely depleted physically or emotionally because you have said “yes” to all the demands around you? What if you changed things in a gradual, more…

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Questions

My little one asks questions Beyond the scope he should go; What happened to Nana? Why can’t I know? We tell him little snippets Then say ” When you’re older” then… Am I older? he earnestly asks Not yet- we’ll tell you when… Another “curly” dodged, But another day will come, When the youngest of…

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Fading Out

Always my constant; Championing my cause- Hard-working mama, Never seeking applause. Honoured to serve and To be there always; An anchor, a beacon- On the darkest of days. It’s hard knowing several Years away, My dear mother May not remember today. Her body will fail And her mind fade some more; My mind cannot rest-…

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Kindred Spirit

We bonded over children and gentleness- I poked out of my shell; Caring enough that we could be sisters- Always a yarn to tell. Messages when we couldn’t speak- Support without applause; Steadying truth-telling words of wisdom- Willing to admit flaws. Not too many have helped me rise Without breaking me first; Sometimes you show…

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Photograph

Staring at a photograph,Wishing I was there-Chatting to you,Laughing, reminiscing-You came back,After so many yearsAnd so many tears;You’ll never knowHow I shut down-How I lost faithIn friendship itself-Then I let go,And opened up-Prayed for you often;Never imagined,That I wouldFind you again-Do you miss me?I don’t know-But I wish I was there. ©️ M.Patterson 2026

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Steadfast Friend

Steadying; calm- throughout the chaos-You’re a beacon of hope to me;Heart that breaks throughSelf made ramparts-Hidden things you see. Glad to welcome me as I am-You’re not afraid to speak;Hands extended,Helping me forward-You’re the kind I seek. ©️ M. Patterson 12.3.26

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