This lovely poem is written by my equally lovely and talented 10 year old niece,
TIFFANY BOYLE
Have you ever heard?
Of an absurd bird?
Sitting in a tree
Looking for a bee
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I care for me
I take the stick I use to beat
myself into the ground
and throw it out because, you know,
I don’t need it around.
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Painted Grey
When grey is painted through your life
and each small step is tough;
when brightness leaches from your soul
and it all feels too much. Continue reading Painted Grey
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When . . .
When autumn trees shed their leaves
like snakes discarding skins;
they start anew, a fresher view
reborn again in spring.
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Lives On
Your spirit lives on in the hearts that you touched,
with your humour, your kindness, your time;
words simply treasured and gestures of love:
these memories will always be mine.
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Still Morning
Still. Peace. Quiet.
Dew-touched webs
glisten in half-baked
sun.
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Rhythms of Peace
Rich red shooting drops
of curvy flutes.
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Stormy Haven
Those stormy skies and thunderous clouds,
the wind attacked all round;
It pushed and pulled, without respect,
disturbing al it found. Continue reading Stormy Haven
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Home is Best
Wherever I roam through the countries and towns,
if a week or an hour or a year,
my heart doesn’t stray from the place that I love;
my home will always be here.
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Homeward Bound
My house, a home – escape for me
with love and fun – security.
Don’t have to try to live a show,
just being as the “me” they know.
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