One winter too manyA Poem by GeeReflecting on mum's passing...briefly
Spring was now only a change in wind direction away
as winter slowly petered out. Snow drops and daffodils appeared overnight emerging colourfully from the thawing earth, a thousand yellow and white heads nodding in a cold, swaying breeze. Above, reaching skywards, life could be seen birthing from grey, barren branches upon which newly formed choirs heralded the dawning day, a chorus of birdsong echoing through fog heavy air. In a quiet, cold, now unoccupied apartment, flower filled vases sat on tables, sideboards, cills, each bouquet containing a love filled note, mothers day wishes. It seemed ironic that these beautiful flowers, picked to die, would outlive the recipient, this being one winter too many for her ill and ageing body to bare. © 2024 GeeReviews
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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