She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
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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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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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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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A regretful argument;All swords drawn-Scars busted open;Bitterness born-Children pleading,” Make it stop!”-Words unspoken;Morale- dropPleasant wordsNow put to bed;Habit now toHurt instead-Reflection needed;Time alone-Years to processOn my own.Hellish nights,I can’t see through;Then I recall,He is the glue-Time in the WordSo swiftly spoken-Counteracts liesThat left me broken-Rising up,I cross the room;Trusting thatHe’ll weave His loom;Not my story,Lest…
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Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-Distant boats trace the horizon.My vantage point is limited to view of water;Metal rail a reminder of separation;Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.My busy day not ended, and yet,This picture…
She hath wings 