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Mother
She’s a fading flower
Not nearly as bright as she used to be
Though now she shines in a different way
Though she always shines to me
She’s filled with determination,
And don’t try to tell her what to do:
She’s stubborn,
And she’ll do what she needs to do
The day I can’t do my shopping
Is the day I’m finished, she says.
And she eyes me with disdain
Because...
Sunday 5th October 2014 8:34 pm
Mum
(This was an attempt at a villanelle but I'm not sure if its quite the right structure . .oh well)
I only wanted to help
And when I offered to get you some shopping
It wasn’t me saying you’re not up to it any more
I only wanted to help
Thanks for the cup of tea
But when I offered to make it
I wasn’t saying your tea was bad: far from it
I just didn’t w...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 5:44 am
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