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Mar 2020
We see the strong supportive woman you have always been,
- Now it's our turn.
The unselfish way you have liberally spread your time on us, right to the edges,
-Now it's our turn.
The generous helpings of patience that seemed to come so naturally, with seconds for those who want it,
-Now it's our turn.
You're guiding words seasoned with kindness, so full of flavour,
-Now it's our turn.
The unconditional love you have always poured out on us, full and overflowing,
-Now it's our turn...

Please can you write down the recipe?
Phone your mum - she worries about you.  This is a version of an older poem.  With thanks to my sister Jenny.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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