A Mother’s Love

She bends to kiss him on the head,
scoop him into her arms
keep him safe
Mummy’s always going to be here
keeping you safe
holding you close.
The child clings to her,
hands warm and sticky,
staying close, even as he wonders
at the world – sees it in awe
but he’s safe, he knows he is,
protected in her arms forever
a bond that cannot be broken.
She walks him to the water’s edge
and they stand, watching the sun
go down over the ocean.
She will never leave him,
not by her choice.

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The Butterfly

The butterfly’s wings beat gentle
as it settles brown wings
onto the flowers I carry.
It stays as I walk
down the twisting pathway
towards you. It flutters
away before we get there
but through it, I feel you with me.

You are there again on a Cornish hillside
in late January sunshine
unexpected, but beating your brown
wings, sunbathing in the rays
you dance around us, to let us know
that you are there with us
before vanishing into the hedgerow.

I see you again closer to home
on a scorching summer’s day
you fly in to check up on us
lazily circling around
in the heat and I watch
you rise and dive
among the bright flowers
that still thrive
despite the fierce, blazing sun
and the wily hands of time and neglect.

Summer

holds promises we cannot see

the dream of new beginnings

long evenings and warm days

stretching out in front of us

full of hope, expectations

and long empty days

ready for potential

unwritten canvases ready

to be filled.

 

But then it starts to run away

faster than we can

keep up with it

and too soon, we’re mourning

the dying days and the loss

of all that time

which once stretched

out

in

front

of

us.