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Don't grieve, Mum:
every so often
your house,
like a tree in autumn,
loses its sons.

Watered by your tears,
warmed by your love,
each week, fortnight or
month, like a
spring-kissed elm,

we bud forth
once more.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2010

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very good, clever - and true
thumbs up bouquet bouquet
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on Aug 2010
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