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(In memory of Nicky, Karen, Sally, Pat and Cathy who left behind young children)
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I don't know why the blackbird sings,though I am grateful that he bringsto me a tuneful melody.At dawn he greets me with a song,while perched upon the..
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Beth:s Dad died when she was 10months old.
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How he loved to visit,
stamping his heavy feet
on the doormat of my page.
Dissecting each line,
a picky stickler for beat,
particular with punct..
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Dad's dressing gown
remained exactly where
he last placed it,
on a shiny brass hook
on his bedroom door,
where it stayed
in its navy blue s..
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(one from the archives, out for an airing)
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(forever in awe, watching from ground and imagining from within, looking out)
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A lily pad has broken freefrom all her friends and familyand left behind a safe retreatof sheltered waters, clear and deep.I see the dangers for this ..
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cobalt pre-dawn sky
alive with acrobatics
seagulls terrorise
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momentum gathers
white horses in a stampede
crash sea defences
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