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The depths
I’m going to bury it, Deep down Hide it away from the light Tuck it in with darkness, And smother it with night If I can’t see it, will it die? Leave and never come out in the day? Or will it hide, out of sight And wait until the ground shifts, Until the dirt…
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My Boy
My little mouse, Sleek and quick, Full of mischief, Twinkling soul Soft curls, Bright blue eyes You make me smile, Such easy laughter Grit and fire, Energy and industry Snuggles at night Heart of gold Hold on tight, Before he grows Mommy’s little boy, Forever in love
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Night epiphany
I dreamed I was flying the other night,Across the land, Soaring like an eagle The wind was sweet against my face, The sun warm against my back Icarus in flight, But a successful caper this time, Not falling to earth in tragedy When I woke, flightless and sore I sorrowed for the lost night Full…
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Nostalgia
Today I went through my hope chest with a purpose. An idea had been percolating, brewing in intensity for awhile. A beautiful cedar box, made by my Grandmothers brother for my high school graduation present, over twenty years ago. It’s seen some hard times. Moving from my parents house, to my apartment in Winnipeg, to…
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Good company
The morning sun woke my nerves with an unpleasant jangle It was daytime before I was ready. A late night for me, but a good one, Reminding me that I’m more than just a mother, just an automaton put here to do the bidding of others, At home At work For society I felt a flicker…
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Quill
It’s late at night, and I think about my dreams I’d love to fly around the world, to experience all the riches it has to offer, Dive into the deepest ocean, Climb to base camp at Everest and stand in awe at Chomolungma, draped in clouds I want to meet people from around the world, …
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Tether
Invisible strings, Gossamer threads that sparkle Fairy dust, A gift from God above, Earth below Ethereal in nature, Stronger than steel Reminding me of the power Of love Giving me my purpose in life, My heart tied to theirs, Forever
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Pluck
What makes some people ferocious?Determined in their path, Full of pluck and vigor? I remember stories of people that awed me, thrilled me Left me questing for my own form of personal success Dauntless and full of courage Growing up, I heard tales Valour road in Winnipeg, Renamed after the Great War from unassuming Pine…
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Last voyage
Once upon a time, the river Styx called to the man. He shook his fist defiantly, and shouted back I’m not dead yet You can not have me! The boatman heard, and smiled knowingly before raising his sail, continuing onwards. The man fought against the pull, striving to return to the light, the warmth from above.…
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The kitchen
We are all a product of our childhoods, A mixture of our life experiences Melting together into a giant pot, stirred with the spoon of our upbringing, a dash of tribulation for good measure. The end result different depending on the chef, On the pot, On the ingredients, Each unique in some way Some are a…