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The Secret of the Sunflowers
The Secret of the Sunflowers
is one that my mother knows.
How their gaze forever follows the sun,
the more that they grow
and glorious they become!
The late afternoon shadows lay forgotten behind,
they remind me of where our mother taught us
to always turn our minds.
Saturday 19th February 2022 1:54 pm
Like my Mother Used to Make
I’ve got a desire for a cheese sandwich on fresh white bread
Just like my mother used to make
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever taste one again
You know, not any old cheese sandwich
But the ones my mother used to make
On cold winter evenings
She’d serve stew and dumplings
And her poached eggs on toast was a wonderful feast
Not ordinary eggs
But the ones like my mother...
Sunday 16th January 2022 7:40 pm
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