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Mary Gay Kearns Jul 2020
The ceramic ***.

It had been admired from afar for years this large ceramic ***
With its abstract animal markings and David Austin old rose
Neglected by the continual change in temperature and attention
Ten years of survival had been amazing outside this small home.

The lady next door was to gain a gift as the family were selling
She gained the ceramic *** to be cultivated to her delighting
Next year it would be colourful with a variety of pretty flowers
One never knows if one waits long enough how the stars shine.

Love Mary **
Mary Gay Kearns Jun 2020
Pushing the half dozen sodden flakes of corn
Round the bottom of the Willow pattern dish
The woman wondered how she could endure
The continual daily struggle to exist and enjoy.

There was always Evelyn with her warm heart
And Florence curly in the sunlight smiling out
Two little precious gems conjured from a book
Always ready to give whatever they were able.

Love Grandma Mary **
When you departed for paradise my love you left an ache lodged in my heart,
An ache full of memories mostly sweet, some sour and a few bitter,
An ache that will only leave my soul when I meet you again.
30/6/2020
Mary Gay Kearns Jun 2020
Daggers in the heart
Spiders on the wind
À hopelessness inside
A battle within.

For those unaccustomed to lies
The daily briefings leave one pain
That any government with shame
Could be blatant in unfaithful words.

Love Mary **
  May 2020 Mary Gay Kearns
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When I was 12
I was hiking with my family, we sat on the edge of a cliff at the top of a mountain,
we were over looking the painted landscape

I remember looking at our feet in the empty air
and I asked my older sister:
“do you ever just want to jump..?”

She nodded and replied with:
“yeah shay.. :) I always wished I could fly too..”

and that is the first time..
that I realized that my head was different.

Because while she was
thinking of jumping to fly..
I was thinking of jumping to die..

and that’s when I started hiding my head lol
followed by a life of hiding self destruction.
Story time
  May 2020 Mary Gay Kearns
rk
this pain in my chest
pulls me under
and all at once
i am a paper boat
lost in a starless sea,
drowning in the memory
of what we had.
i may not know
what lies ahead
the course uncertain,
the waters black
but as i lay here alone
i realise,
perhaps i am not
so difficult to love
perhaps others
are simply afraid

and that's okay too.
You’re the moon
To my earth
You illuminate me
Make my waves move
Our synchronous behavior
Prove we were
Made for each other
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