Friday 3rd February
Pushed and pulled to extremes
Where nothing at all made sense
Feeding on anxiety and pain
And all that represents
Now strengthened by the past
Shaped by chaotic events
Looking for the best outcomes
Peaceful order to commence
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
I often feel pushed and pulled in all directions
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Take good care.
x
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I like this poem. Really vivid word choices. there is hope in the ending of it. Thank you!
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So very kind of you to say.
Thank you.
x
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Ah yes, like you, I am “Looking for the best outcomes ” and for “Peaceful order to commence.” Surely it will!!
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Ahhhh, thank you so much.
Most kind.
x
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