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He becomes too big
To sit on my lap,
He runs too fast
To catch him
And stroke his
Little cheeks,
He turns into a bird
Gradually
Wishing to explore the world
That opens
In front of his eyes,
I’m afraid
Of losing him.
28/12/23
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The poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at King Cross Library, Halifax
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He looks at me
Rolling a blueberry in his tiny fingers
Not being aware, it might drop on the floor,
Not knowing that his mum might burst into a scream of horror
He smiles and laughs,
And shakes his legs.
His eyes are as deep brown as the blueberry
In his fingers
Attached to my rainy clouds coloured eyes
To secure his safety,
He cannot get anywhere else
In this everlasting blue universe.
11/05/24
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This poem is dedicated to my mother-in-law.
Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, The Love of Poetry and Writers Help Writers on 06/09/24.
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She is washing the little boy
With love warm water,
Boy does not cry,
He plays with a showerhead in the bath
And smiles at his grandma,
With soft movements
She massages shampoo into the boy’s bright hair
And rubs his body with shower gel
There is no rush
She clings to the moment
The boy is still a child.
16/06/24
Robots
Robots
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‘Robots!’ He shouts
And stretches his hands towards me
For his safety,
I pick up and hug my boy,
We have to escape as far as we can,
His little hands cling firmly around my neck,
His fingers dig deep into my skin,
His dark amber eyes search for robots,
‘Don’t you want to see robots?’ I ask,
He shakes his head in horror,
I carry him away to the bouncing nets,
You are safe here with me,
His mind is still haunted by two gigantic robots,
That came her for nothing more
Then dance.
15/07/24
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Published on Facebook pages – Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK and The Love of Poetry on 02/09/24.
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When my little boy cries
His tears are true and pure,
His little heart means no harm,
But an innocent joy.
03/08/24
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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, The Love of Poetry and Writers Help Writers on 04/09/24.
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My heart absorbs your boundless joy of being with us
And it radiates
Passion
To stream its love to you
Endlessly,
Infinite,
Forever.
03/09/24
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