Category: Autobiography
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I stand in the shade, Gazing at the grassy hill that Papa made- Years of memories Laid to rest today. The sun is glorious; I am glad to have one last stroll- I can still hear children shrieking with joy As they roll down Papa’s hill. Beyond, Now overgrown with trees, Is…
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I have been doing a lot of thinking the last day or so, after learning that a close relative on my mother’s side had passed away. It came as a complete shock, and our family had been looking forward to seeing her towards the end of the month, but it wasn’t to be. This dear…
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Little boy ran free in the mud- A grin spread across his face- Could life have gotten better than this? Sadness had no place. 80s Rock playing in the white van Body boarding in the sun- Memorable holidays and special times; Life was so much fun. Decades later, a week of heartache, Thrust into the…
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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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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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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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Rallying around me-Beautiful thoughtful hearts;Making meals, delivering themSupport right from the start. Feet up with a purpose-Healing on its way;Having to lay down normalcyAnd have a slower day. Beauty in the waiting-Noticing how they care;Learning to value little thingsAnd slowly more aware- That not everything must rest on my shoulders;A village surrounds me;It’s a joy…
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Sitting here Staring at Lake King, Grateful for the breeze Tickling my face And the red flag flapping The whir of the engine Laughing, playing, children The bee that didn’t sting me And the seals that frolicked. Time to relax; Away from children clamouring Remembering my childhood And my love of the water Snapping pictures…
She hath wings 