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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Thursday, 2 March 2023

I turn up my card ...


I turn up my card for the day — Sorrow.

But we all feel sorrow every day, we who 

have been alive a while. My friend arrives

after lunch, to stay for a couple of days:

a newer widow than me, from a lovely man.

Yes, I expect we’ll reminisce, maybe weep.

I expect we’ll also, often, hug and laugh.


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