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Poetry

Parents

To the parents.

Sometimes it is hard.

It is.

It just is.

Always remember the storms do pass.

Always remember the softness

and the sweetness,

the rose beyond the grey.

And we will grow them

perfectly

horribly

beautifully.

And all will be as it should.

All will be as it should.

I see you.

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Poetry

Tonight

Tonight

I tear again.

The ache of a mother

remembering her ducklings, sweet.

It’s a long, long road to the deep end of a soul.

And some days ripple and crash

more than other days do.

The rain falls inside.

Tonight.

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A Blog a Day in May

Mum

And then her name was Mum.

Just like that.

Happy Mothers day,

beautiful, Mum.

I see you.

And you are all the bits of magic.

Lots of love,

Brooke. xxx (Aka: Mum.)

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