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he sees the shirt she made
(years since it’s fitted, but
the colours, the feeling)
the green bottle sitting on
the dr..
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I remember it from when I was a child,
t'was there my naive mind ran wild,
in the corner and painted green,
the brightest shade you’d ever..
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Reflecting on my handicap, my family and family love, especially my parents.. Forms part of a bigger project, 'Journey', a collection of poetry I want..
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Thinking about the growing up disabled, but with my three elder siblings.
(Updated, thank you Beccy.)
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(Why Love?)
Why ....
a heart, if not to love,
for someone’s life to be part of,
a mind, if not to know
thoughts of love..
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In the passing of a very dear friend, a beautiful old man, in his ninetieth year.
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As we approach ANZAC Day commorations on 25 April, a call to stop and remember those who have fallen, in all theatres of war, to give us a better life..
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Recently, I was given a friendship pendant; one of an adjoining pair. I was so deeply touched, by this; that I could inspire such an friendship. I n..
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The need, independence and power of driving.
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My heart is made as patchwork
with thoughts
and feelings sewn,
of ones that I have loved and
hearts I wish
I’d known.
T..
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