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Archive for March 14th, 2010

Mother’s Day

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Some dried rose petals from Valentine’s day floated between bubbles,

Along with a yellow toy duck.

She started to put the wet rose petals around it,

she said she was trying to turn the duck into a rose.

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Their first journey to the Green Road at Fanore,

It’s guardian a piebald cob with a green horse beard.

We walked along a perfect natural carpet edged with rocks.

Then to the fields, he took my hand,

to meet the enormous robots made from mighty stones.

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Two Motherhood poems by Marianne Slevin

Written by Marianne Slevin

14 March, 2010 at 8:42 pm

Posted in Words

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