Mothers Pride

This is my girl

She's looking so frail

She's her mother's pride

Thin, white, sliced.

She hurts with a cutter

She spreads just like butter

She's her mother's pride

With nowhere to hide.

This is my girl

A broken pearl

She's her mother's pride

Thin, white and sliced.

◄ One of those weird unexpected moments

The other C word ►

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Tina Glover

Fri 29th Jun 2018 17:27

Amazingly done Hazel what nice twist to this piece! 😎😀

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 29th Jun 2018 10:03

Sadly I do remember Maggie (David) and Cyril (Brian). Apology accepted, I'm only grateful that nobody has commented on the bottom falling out of my brazier!

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 29th Jun 2018 09:20

I am sorry for this Hazel, but I simply could not resist.

This advert was purposely created for your excellent poem.

Sorry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NopAq6tUHVk

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 29th Jun 2018 09:16

This was headed for the grand burning - I burned so many old notebooks that the bottom fell out of my brazier. Just thought it deserved a final read before entering oblivion.

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Colin Hill

Thu 28th Jun 2018 07:36

bloody brilliant Hazel.

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Don Matthews

Thu 28th Jun 2018 00:09

Well done Hazel 😎

Pat Hughes

Wed 27th Jun 2018 22:56

That last line is so powerful.

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Brian Maryon

Wed 27th Jun 2018 20:27

Nice one Hazel.

Nice one Cyril was the catchphrase of the Wonderloaf advert in the 70's

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