Uttering words

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Thursday 18th September 

Uttering words 
A soft release
Thoughts that seek 
A moment's peace

Expressing dreams
Both big and small
Responding to
Nature's call

Wondering still
With open eyes
At clouds above
In greying skies

Embracing change
The ebb and flow
Where small seeds
Of kindness grow

Love you so much
Beloved sons
Treasured Mum
xxxxx

Speaking

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Monday 15th September 

Speaking of the past
The laughter and tears
Hopes that have blossomed
Over many years

When time is relentless
Bending for the heart
In the quiet of evening
As the day does depart

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Looking inwards

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Sunday 14th September 

Looking inwards
There is chaos
From the outside
Peace and pathos

Screams from within
Exploding debris
Yet visually
Calm and carefree

Battles inside
Hidden from view
Be kind always
What if it was you?

A mask is worn
Can't reach into
You just don't know
What they're going through

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Figuring everything out

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Thursday 11th September 

Figuring everything out
Can feel quite grand
Yet often the pieces
Slip through the hand

Listening inwards
Where silence sings
Finding the weight
Of the smallest things

Plans laid out
Like a map in the sun
Yet life, it seems
Has a way to run

In loops and turns
Unexpected avenues
Forging strength
Whilst paying dues

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

Sunshine spills

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Wednesday 10th September 

Sunshine spills
Then rain descends
A quiet hush
The storm transcends

Peace settled soft
Then chaos takes hold
A fragile story
Bravely told

Elegant grace
With edges frayed
A beauty seen
Though disarrayed

Triumph flares
Then shadows creep
A victory won
Failure to keep

Strong the core
Yet weakens too
A human heart
Honest and true

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx

We haven’t seen the rain

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Tuesday 9th September 

We haven't seen the rain
For five weeks or more
I know we've been lucky
But now it's starting to pour

The garden's dry and dusty
Flowers starting to fade
And now the clouds are heavy
An essential tirade

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx