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hours of power outages
hours of holding on
hours of grieving
and only seconds to survive.
i
spy
with
my
little
eye

a
magpie
coloured
as
die

perched
upon
a
branch
so
high

spread
­your
wings
and
fly

steal
the
stars
from
the
sky*

++ to the magpie that sat outside my window ++

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in the delivery room,
my heartbeat goes up, and then down,
in pain, yet I smile,
in few seconds, blossoms a new life.
I hold you in my arms,
and embrace you tightly to my heart,
sometimes, I see you in the moonlight,
at times – in the sunlight.
I kiss your little feet,
rub my cheek against your cheek,
I ask myself, endless times,
whether you really look like me?
you keeping looking at me,
hold my finger in your fist,
and lick my lips – now and then,
maybe that’s the nexus of my life!
Poem to celebrate a mother in every woman's life. A tribute to International Women's Day!
 Mar 2017 Abigail Sedgwick
LeV3e
Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat

Work
Eat
Sleep
Repeat

Work
Eat
Sleep
Repe­at

And whatever you do...
Don't even THINK about it
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