![]() In The Arms of Mum and DadA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() a happy reflection of our family home in the sixties![]()
when I weave through
misted moments held by silky purple ribbons tied by sleepless restless hours while night’s curtains aren’t for lifting when the weather wasn’t winter and our days were overflowing with uplifting thoughts of heaven as old church bells chimed in gladness when our world knew not of sadness i believed in ever afters as my lessons always taught me that from goodness and from kindness we would reap a golden harvest if our thoughts were full of love so we rambled on the hill tops and we lost ourselves in steam clouds from the bridge at roughdown common as the engines rattled northwards on the tracks to nowhere matters then our family was a bouquet we were seeds that wouldn’t scatter we were flowers filled with fragrance we were glass that never shattered in our little country haven in our story book of wonder where each one of us was precious in those arms of mum and dad © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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Added on December 14, 2022Last Updated on December 15, 2022 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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