my mum

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I cannot write
the kind of lines
that rhyme in
glossy greeting cards
with cheesy
sentimental fluff
about how much you mean

but you, my mum
deserve some effort here

for all the years
you’ve listened
helped
and worried
when I’m far away

for care you took
when I was small
to let me know
that I was loved
and housework
could be left to wait
’til we had finished
play

for sharing love
of books and nature
accepting my
wildflower bouquets
returning
to the library
time
and time
and time again

for working hard
to scrimp and save
so we could learn
in better ways
away from those
who were not friends

for being loyal
supporter
and cheering me
when I have doubts

for building values
for my life
and yet
accepting choices
I have made
though they’d not
be your own

so I thank you
from my heart
for being there
for being you
for simply
being
my
mum

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evening in the garden

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less busy now
as evening comes
and here I sit
with tea
and camera
(just in case)

no butterflies left
they’ve gone to bed
(where do they sleep?)

but still the swallows
chitter by
the out-late bees
hum-bumble low
and early moths
flutter

time slows
to a honeyed trickle
in our wild garden