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A Portrait Of My Motherhood, From The Perspective Of My Long Suffering First Born
7am, she was my alarm, loud lullabies at the wrong time of day, her voice following the melody of the clattering kitchen as I followed the smell of toast to the table. She had my school tie in her hands, throwing it to hands that were too tired to catch as her wife watched the…
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Mum
I was an early birthday present,presented after the fog of the anaesthetic had fallen away,tiny hands reaching for the only friend I had known, in the nine months I had been baking,longing for the fond familiarity of a mother’s mighty embrace. The blessed daughter of the vernal equinox,to be born of your light was a…
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The Adventures Of Action Woman and Emotionally Overwhelmed Poet Barbie
She dressed like every day would be an adventure.Shiny, sensible shoes, fit for running from doom,and a jacket, with lots of pockets,that always ended up carrying my lip balm and sovereign blues.I used to wake like the slow, daunted dawn of Winter,but with her,I would rise before the summer sun had had her breakfast,planning for…
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The Well Meaning Angel
I am a weary traveller,washing my hands of myself as I fall down at his door,carrying every wound that I once hoped someone else would hold,begging for the breakthrough of flaming valleys. I am too weak to tell him that I do not want to be fixed when he finds me,he doesn’t try to tell…
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What Happened When I Stopped Trying To Control Everything and Just Tried To Be Happy
I was ready to resolve my story.There were spirits in my soul,and I was sending them away with a sleepy wave at a washed out, red front door,almost pink, from the lashes of life’s endless bartering, that had miraculously come to an end.I stood by my faded front door,watching them pass from my land to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 