Love you, Mum.
I miss you so much.
Time passes.
Hearts do mend.
For me, some things never change.
Love never fades.
I still cry.
And miss your kisses.
On my face.
Or my lips.
I'll see you at your headstone.
For a loving kiss.
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Footnote: My mother and father both passed in 1999, so neither saw nor celebrated the Millennium or the anticipated impact of its dramatized bug. At that time, it was my Aerospace role to hunt down any foreseeable problems and ensure the company’s suppliers were millennium proofed, what a waste of time and money it proved to be, and how I wish I’d been able to spend more of that valuable time with my ailing parents.
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Poetry Camp - February 2023
PuisiFebruary, the month of Love has to have a special Poetry Camp. We will share the love of poetry with fellow poets from around the world.... 7 Days. 7 different prompts. Each prompt will be a new experience and hopefully an enjoyable one.
