Author Archives: MeRaw

In morning light

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Sunday 14th December 

In morning light
Finding the way
The soft embrace
Of a brand new day.

A simple smile
From a stranger’s face
Reminds there's kindness
In every place

Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx

The currents pull

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Saturday 13th December 

The currents pull the fragile mind
No steady shore the eye can find

The fog is thick a shifting grey 
It grabs the light and keeps the day

No compass works no map will hold
The stories here remain untold

Just whirling mist a dampening sound
No solid footing can be found

Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx

Ocean waves

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Friday 12th December 

Building a curve
Against the light
A moment poised
Before its flight
With a rush
It breaks in white
Fleeting roars
Pure and bright

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx




Simply wandering

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Wednesday 10th December 

Simply wandering
Carefree and unbound
In the blend of days
Where peace is found
In this journey
Where moments entwine
Weaving stories
Opportunities align

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

The deepest thought

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Tuesday 9th December 

The deepest thought 
A hidden place
Where shadows shift
With silent grace
Whispers of dreams
Slipping away
The mind's adrift
Where thoughts decay
Fleeting visions
In twilight's embrace
In the silence
Of this empty space

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

moves slow

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Sunday 7th December 

The clock hand moves slow
Where does the morning go?

A drift of hazy light
Fades into greyest night

The mind begins to roam
Far from the present home

Each hour a gentle stream
A half remembered dream

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Chaotic subconscious

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Saturday 6th December 

Deep in chaotic subconscious
The fog swirls erratically
Blind to any clear meaning
Shadows lost and quite free

The ripples of doubt do churn
Labyrinthine threads of fear
Each corner a darkened spot
With voices of solace near

Love you so much
Precious sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx

The sky hangs low

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Friday 5th December 

The sky hangs low 
A sheet of lead
Another day
When the sun has fled
A sigh escapes 
A sound so small
Wishing the sky
Would cease to fall
The world outside
Feels damp and dim
The light retreats
The edges grim
Trying to find
Within this chill
A warmth of hearts 
A determined will

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx