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I am the quietest whisper
crying out from
the loudest chamber of my heart
Sufferings are painful
But the fruits of forbearance are sweet
Every love letter I have written to you I have shared a piece of my innermost self with you.
13/11/2021
Is hard work,
It doesn't always work
Try not to get hurt.
8/2/2022
Poetry is about beautifully worded thoughts,
That the heart enjoys,
And the soul appreciates.
8/2/2022
If you see yourself through my eyes,
You will know how special and precious you are.
Forever  mum
19/2/2022
 Apr 2022 Frances Raeburn
Marie
soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?
As I was arguing with my daughter,
I saw a reflection of mumin me,
And a reflection of me in my daughter,
When I was her age.
22/3/2022
The light lingers not,
Amber hues of autumn fade;
Winter encroaches.
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