She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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Author: Mez
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I wondered if it was all over- Worried sick that you were leaving. I was wrong. Beautiful little beating heart- Perfectly forming limbs – You go from strength to strength. A surprise when I had only a tiny plan- Your life brings us great joy. We wait with gratitude… Dear little beating heart. © M.R.Patterson…
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I’m thinking of you now, Wondering about your name- Are you still here and breathing? So blessed the day you came! When will I see your face? Will I journey with you? Time marches on so fast; I wonder if you were true; An angel sent to me, When my days were dark and grey-…
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Last Sunday I let out a scream bigger than the one when my son entered the world. Never in my life have I found a mouse in the washing! I asked my husband to help me carry the hamper outside, leaving the other one in the bath. Upon my request, he helped me to check…
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Tonight I tried to write a poem and all I could think of were the things I shouldn’t say. Sometimes it is in the process of writing from the heart that we realise how much pain we have stuffed down deep inside. Only when I wrote the unfiltered thoughts and discarded them could I find…
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I fronted up to my first ballet class almost a week ago and it has taken me that long to recover! Who knew that I would be thrown in the deep end and trying to keep up with someone who started months ago!!! I started at the barre and pictured it being an easy stretching…
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I’m lying in a tent, less than an hour from home. I can hear waves crashing in the distance and I remember the wonderful afternoon we had, sculpting the sand and dipping our toes in the water. A few waves took me by surprise so I ended up with jeans that were sandy and wet…
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A few weeks ago I saw a little pink flier in letterbox, no bigger than my hand, and I decided to make inquiries. Adult ballet, available even for beginners, just 7 minutes from my house! The time slots will work in with the children and so I am starting in a fortnight. I have had…
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Do they park themselves next to you, keeping you warm, Or play with the pen in your hand? Do they meiow the house down when you put them to bed, Or distract you for hours, unplanned? Perhaps they greet you at the window, Or skid playfully across the floor- Do they curl up and clean…
She hath wings 