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What is Passed On

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When mountains crumble
And hills tumble
And cliffs fall into the sea… Continue reading

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These Tears

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…These tears lie hard as diamonds on my cheeks
Fire within and ice without… Continue reading

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What Being?

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…Almost real,
Almost there,
No sooner glimpsed
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When the Wind Blew Through Her Hair

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…as if the world
Could never choose
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Other People’s Stories

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…Other people’s stories
Weave through ours… Continue reading

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Deception

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…How firm the path
By the narrowing strip
Where silky shifting earth
Has been washed away… Continue reading

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The Spaces Between

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…Space empty as the vacuum
That is the heavens,
Empty as the unseen spaces
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Wind Blown

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…Water tickles the rocks
Over and under their bellies
Till they surrender
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Mothers and Daughters

Thinking of our beloved daughters on this Mother’s Day, with gratitude for all they have become and are becoming.

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Mother and Daughter, Margaret Mair, Original art Mother and Daughter, Margaret Mair, Original art

Over time we spin
The tangle of our lives
And loves and ideas and hopes
Into threads of every colour,
Some bright as sunlight,
Others dark as death,
Threads that weave
Through our mother
And daughter lives
Creating a gently enveloping
Rainbow-hued fabric
Of comfort and care.
We weave its beauty
Together through
Those uneasy times
When threads wear thin and break
And strange holes appear
That must be carefully rewoven
To keep the fabric strong,
Through those growing times,
Creative times when
We re-invent our selves
And new colours must be
Worked into the pattern.
We weave knowing
That so long as
We keep weaving threads of
Words and thoughts and memories
This flowing, growing fabric
Of interwoven lives
Will stay strong,
Loving and lovely.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair
 
 

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Hello…

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…He can take flight
On the turn of a heel
In a rustle of clothes
With the slap of bare feet… Continue reading