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Jun 2012
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Airborn and flying
Falling and rising
Sky high
Water below
Tears falling
Sobs growing
Heart aching
Stomach churning
Silence in the wind
Catching those tears
Soft touch
Warm feeling
Your here
At peace ………..
My mother past away. I wrote this after spreading her ashes of the Newport Transporter Bridge. Here were her best childhood memories of hanging to the underside of the moving bridge and dropping into the riverUsk below... its where she learnt to swim.... its where she is at peace.
Mary Stanworth
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