Author Archives: MeRaw

Maybe

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Saturday 27th January 

Maybe reflections
In a puddle's stream
Or the fading echo
Of a napping daydream
In the ordinary
Find the extraordinary
A tapestry of words
In life's inventory

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx
Low tide in the harbour

Today’s canvas

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Friday 26th January 

Today's canvas
A blank expanse
What to write about
Take a chance
Pen dancing upon
The paper's spread
Ink weaving tales
A narrative thread

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Dearest Mum
xxxxx
A much better day
Sunshine over St Ives

Rhythmic patter

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Thursday 25th January 

The rhythmic patter
Of the gentle rain
The sun's embrace
On the window pane
Whispers of wind
Or a bird in flight
Make endless stories
In the day's soft light

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Dearest Mum
xxxxx
Still entranced by our new log burner

Flickering flames

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Wednesday 24th January 

Flickering flames
A dance of light
Glowing embers
A mesmerizing sight

Transfixed with awe
In the log burner's gaze
A new installation
Spreading a warming blaze

Hearth of comfort
Where stories are spun
Warmth that beckons
Inviting everyone

Gathering round
The fire's embrace
In the cozy glow
A welcoming place

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Dearest Mum
xxxxx
Discovering the original tiles beneath the carpet after we took the old gas fire out
Trying to preserve and keep the Victorian majolica tiles surrounding the fireplace
After three days of a challenging installation, we have a lovely log-burning fire in the lounge

Wet trees

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Tuesday 23rd January 

Wet trees stripped of leaves
Long fingers bare
Stretching across the road
In the damp air

Entangling, skeletal limbs
All intertwined
Rocking and creaking
A dance so designed

Greeting each other
With a woody sigh
In that misty embrace
Where spirits lie

Nature's conversation
A secret song
In the world of the forest
Where stories belong

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

An incoming storm

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Saturday 20th January 

An incoming storm
A harbinger's call
The wind will blow
Branches may fall

Cloudy skies
A tempest brewing
Chasing the horizon
Nature's undoing

The dance of gales
Like a wild ballet
A orchestra of chaos
In the sky's display

Love you so much
Treasured sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Dusk

Chill air

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Friday 19th January 

Chill air
Paints the morning's breath
Blue skies stretch
A vast expanse, no depth
Lost in thought
A wandering mind
In the quiet
The universe entwined

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx
Truro Cathedral
Beneath bright blue skies

Your birthday’s here

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Thursday 18th January 

Your birthday's here
There's an empty chair
A void that whispers
In the chill January air

Love for you resonates
A timeless song
In those memories
Where echoes belong

In the gift of life
And love's embrace
Finding solace
Even in an empty space

For birthdays hold
Bittersweet times
The love we carry
Forever shines

You should have been
Thirty nine today
What would you be like
And what would you say?

We miss you so much
In our hearts forever
Thinking of you often
Forgetting you, never

No matter how long
As memories replay
It will always feel
Like yesterday

Love you so much
Precious Angel son
Dearest Frank
18.1.1985 - 12.3.2015