Category: poetry
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I wrote this poem more than a decade ago but it still resonates. I am still blessed to have people around me, spurring me on and enriching my life in such a way that I could never have experienced if I was capable to do life on my own. Broken, Washed up, dried up, You…
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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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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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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…
She hath wings 