Author Archives: MeRaw

It’s grey again

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Monday 2nd February 

It's grey again
And raining too
The clouds hang low 
A heavy hue
Watching droplets 
Hit the ground
A great big sigh
A muted sound
Soft whispers
On a chilly breeze
Swaying the branches
Rustling the leaves

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

It’s better when

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Saturday 31st January 

This dreary grey
And constant pour
I cannot stand this
Weather much more
Just water falling
Cold and deep
While all the world
Seems fast asleep
A sigh escapes 
A weary sound
While dampness settles
Upon the ground
Yet when clouds retreat
And darkness fades
There's a joy of life
In sunny cascades
It's better when
The sun does shine
Embracing all
In love’s design

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

The sky lets loose

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Friday 30th January 

The sky lets loose
Another heavy squall
The sturdy trees
Begin to crack and fall
Gloominess spreads
With haste too soon
A sudden darkness
Chills the afternoon

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Never let minutes

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Wednesday 28th January 

Never let minutes
Slip silently past
The warmth of heart's glow
Is meant to last

Cherish your loved ones
Speak words from your core
Let them know daily
What they mean and more

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Another storm

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Tuesday 27th January 

Another storm
Rolls in with rage
Trees bend low 
Roots disengage 

Gusts howl fierce
And branches sway
As nature weeps
The skies turn grey

Hail like pellets
Hitting the ground
Puddles brown
A splashing sound

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

When morning comes

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Sunday 25th January 

When morning comes
And skies are clear
A gentle warmth
Draws patience near

The world awakens
With a glow
Transforming all
With sunlit show

In every heart 
A brighter spark
It’s better when
Sun leaves its mark

Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx

The grey expanse

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Saturday 24th January 

The grey expanse
Begins to sigh
A steady rhythm
Meets the sky
With whispers soft
The winds do blow
Spreading tales 
Of love and woe

The trees bend down
As if to hear
The echoes of
Forgotten cheer
Their branches sway
With gentle grace
While shadows dance
In dusk's embrace

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx