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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, 3 August 2023

Mother of sons …


Mother of sons

I’m also glad

of late-acquired daughters:

the step and the in-laws

(in one case outlaw)

and the niece, whose 

true mother, my step-sister, 

died. I’m glad to be alive

and a late mother 

to good, grown daughters —

and we don’t have the bickering

some blood families do. 

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