Flesh of my flesh, in essence your own;
I nurtured and loved what God gave on loan;
Our time in the water has quickly slipped by;
I gave you your wings – child, take to the sky.
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Birth of a Bouquet
Purity meets Grace
Romance blossoms overnight
Innocence is born
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In honour of our world’s precious children
Listening
Soft and still, the silent snow
Speaks in icy syllables –
Rosy cheeks and tingling toes,
Hibernating miracles,
Children carving angel’s wings,
Jingling sleigh-bells, frozen breath;
Holidays and lights on strings,
Life in temporary death.
Disaster DIY
It’s not broken.
Just needs a coat of paint
and some appliance
up-grades.
Children raised here
will not grow
crooked backs or
necks or
morals or
hearts. Give them
extra birthday presents
and they’ll be fine
breathing in the dust
of our broken dreams
and bearing the
weight
of our renovations.
Let Nature Speak
Let Nature speak –
in syllables untypable,
nuances not uttered in
words so much as living
letters which etch life into the
living. Let Nature
write – phrases
one breeze-breadth
long, one sunset soliloquy
wide, one pollen-laced
paragraph high.
She prints her poem
onto recycled papyrus,
onto hearts grown green –
who will read it to our
children? Who will
translate her manuscript
without editing out her soul?
Childhood Chained
Childhood chained
swinging
twisted
yanked
the weakest link
but called great
in the kingdom
Emptied
Emptied,
she waits
for her children
to drop by,
call,
bring heaps of dirty laundry,
anything.
Emptied,
she waits,
silent heart
shrivelling.
Little does she know
that when her progeny
dropped from her grasp,
one day
the sun would shine
and seed would spawn
and green grandchildren
would spring up
to fill her quiver
full.
