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Blood thief

There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,

it can be what forms you.

It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,

a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -

bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.

I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.

I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...

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The Dream

The following is a dream. In a small way I hope the ending comes true

 

 

My Mother, Sister, Brother and I check into a hotel room.

When we enter the room my Dad who passed away

almost five years ago is sitting on the bed.

 

We ask, "Daddy why are you here?" He says "I wanted to

see my family." We are overcome with emotion and hug

him. We are all talking at once.

 

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'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'

Remember last night's tea

when you brought your girlfriend,

and you brought your friend?

And the dog was excited

because he loves it when you are all here

because I am so happy

and I'm like- superwomb?

And I got food delivered

and you were all relieved

because it can be touch and go

with my cooking                

and there was loads to go around

and Dad didn't ...

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Alexis

Cigarettes placed neatly on the table
An apartment's chaos now firmly removed
A stillness in the air, no sense of urgency
If he could see her now, he'd surely disapprove.

A smile creeps across her beaten face
Her beauty hidden behind a lifetime of abuse
In that moment she made peace with her decision
She knew that she had nothing left to lose.

In her hand she held a picture of her daug...

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Auntie Rose

AUNTIE ROSE

Auntie Rose
lived next door to us
here in Southwick.
Twenties flapper hat
Twenties clothes
Twenties shoes
...it was 1964.
Faded, but still glamourous.
Retired buyer
for Debenhams of Brighton.
Never married.
Every Tuesday
after primary school
I'd go round for tea.
Tinned herring roes on toast
Cheese and onion crisps
a game of snap
then home to bed.
Every Tuesday
I'...

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Ode To Eva

You are sunkissed hair

All seaside skin

The tomboy princess

Scraped knees, bruised shins.

 

A tree climbing angel

My hide and seek belle

All beauty and promise

Like an old wishing well.

 

Such a natural leader

As you're learning and growing

You shine like a beacon

So head strong and knowing.

 

Bringing joy in abundance

As I watch you develop

S...

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Family

They love you to the core
Even on days they shouldn't
They are constant
They are comfort
They see who you've always been
So perhaps you struggle to show them who you've become
You love them to the core
Even on days you shouldn't

 

© Candice Reineke 2013

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Daddy's Girl

As she looks upon the man
Her eyes give her away
And you can see the truth
Of her heart and soul
She loves him, her father
Complete love, innocence
So beautiful and magical
With eyes as bright as the moon
A smile that shines like the sun
Their bond is unbreakable
For her love knows no limits
She will forever be his daughter
Her hero he will be

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Wednesday's Child

Wednesday's Child, I kept you

At the length of an arm

I hope I didn't cause you any harm.

 

Guilt ridden, I look at you now

As brave as a full grown man

But just a child, unflinching

Batting away each challenge

That comes your way.

 

Wednesday's Child, your spirit

Knows no bounds, full of woe?

I don't think so. No.

 

Full of resilience and strength

Humo...

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Michael

Michael

You dropped like Peter Pan into the nursery,

And taught the younger children how to fly.

You left your shadow, which we burn in ceremony,

To set your spirit free into the sky.

 

They took you from your Highgate pram, (not Kensington)

From place to place your infant soul was tossed,

To settle here and there, a gentle gatekeeper.

Your sweet smile welcomed in the lo...

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