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Me Mum…
Is kinda always there
Yet I’ve often neglected her
Or moaned ‘unfair’
But when she was dying and
I wanted to back-track
The cancer was faster –
Never hesitated to slack.
As a parent myself
I understood her core
A heartfelt wish –
I could not ignore
She prayed for world peace
And none the least
For her family not to argue –
As if on cue –
Her instincts knew
How hard this would be
To honour as true…
She watched her children together –
Tightly knitted and drawn
Priceless no matter what the weather
To see in-house fighting it did appal
Yet life dictates of viewpoints and morals
Shapes our future of historical
episodes and new tomorrows
Our images – our nature
Fuse together Just as Kismet was Jill’s middle name
Fate or fortune
Both unravelled
Over roads we sometimes travelled
Compressed imprints shaped over
Choices and matter
Flickers of stories and
here we now gather
Did Sea World happen?
Who was favourite child?
Allegedly, Mum would never confirm…
We all have our memories,
We all had our turns
But for me…
Me Mum.. will kinda always be there
Copyright Deana Platt 3 January 2008
Emancipation Planz
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