Mothering Sunday

by Em (marmite)   Mar 30, 2019


Bone-tired.
my frame of mind

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with me as I starfish on my bed

and

visualise who'd scrawl my eulogy

drifting off into a slumber
my thoughts turn to ones I hold dear;
no longer with us -
as little hands reach for me
placing but a single rose upon my chest -

the sign I needed to pull me through.

My baby gave me a new lease of life.

©Em

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  • 7 months ago

    by Daniel

    I saw the title and I expected something completely different! Consider me pleasantly surprised :) I think the form is very complimentary too, well done

  • 7 months ago

    by Brenda

    Love this Em! As always you write from the heart. I hope all is well with you? Hugs my dear-

  • 7 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Beautiful our Em x