Her thoughts were like gentle birds ...

Putting the mower and edging shears away, I lingered for a while inside the garage - 

Cherished garden tools were arranged against the wall, a rake, a fork, a spade - 

My mum had watched me working in the garden - 

Sitting in her chair, half asleep, half awake, her thoughts had been like gentle birds - 

They were carried by the wind to brighter gardens - 

There, she walked with a precious sister - a beloved teacher held her hand - 

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Sunday 29 May 2016

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