She hath wings
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Your hand on my back woke my senses, Your openness unlocked mine- Your kindness made my heart beat again… For a chapter in time. © M. Patterson 2025
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On this day, one year ago, I took Rosie to the vet for the final time, knowing that it would probably be my last goodbye, and having prepared the kids for that devastating fact. Four years earlier, she had been diagnosed with thyroid disease and in the months and years that followed, the cost of…
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Monday marks the anniversary of the day we saw a great unravelling in our family. The most disturbing news came to us piece by piece, in relatively quick succession. I held a newborn baby in my arms in the early hours of the morning, when the trauma turned to disbelief and shock and temporary almost-…
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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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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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You weren’t always in agreement with me, But you were by my side; Serious when you needed to be, But always willing to chide. You worked long hours to keep us fed, Setting foot on many a shore- Oh how I wish that just for one day, You could come back through my door! You…
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It seems like it was just yesterday – The Grand Chain and the Strathspey- My purple skirt and cheery face Dancing lithely in the space! Travelling step, then right and left The music churning; timing kept- Those were the days of love and dreaming; Cares forgotten- face kept beaming. Easy to imagine that I could…
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Today my little princess has a birthday. When indulging in pretend play, she often calls herself “Princess Mozella”. She is only a few years old and yet she has achieved a lot in a short space of time and is growing every day. Today we hosted a little afternoon tea with a couple of games…
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