Category: Autobiography
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Just over three years ago was the last time We saw them on the screen- A few hours later, they gathered for lunch*; Now an eerie scene; One coloured plate and the others differed- A plot right out of hell- Three innocents lived only for days And another, their story to tell. What motivated a…
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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…
She hath wings 