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Love lets go

26 Sunday Mar 2017

Posted by harulawordsthatserve in Poetry, Uncategorized

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dreams, fly, freedom, love, mother, mothers day, poem, poetry, wings

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My amazing mother

I’m not a mother, but on a walk the other day I found myself singing about a situation in which I’d recently had to let go of something I loved deeply. That reflection left me with a new level of appreciation and awe for mothers who love and let go, because they want their beloveds to fly, even as they yearn to keep them by their side. The world has grown (we’re all so much more spread out) as much as it has shrunk (but I can chat to Dad in Bali for free, and keep in touch with friends in Australia on FB) and so we’re not always face to face as much as we might wish…

So I wrote this poem about letting go, and it feels right to share it today, in honour of all mothers, and in Gratitude to my own mother, who once called me a bird, and continues to encourage me to spread and use my wings.

Letter NI bird

A letter I wrote, published in the New Internationalist magazine back in 2003.

 

 

I loved you

so I hated to let you go

but I loved you enough

to want your success

more than temporary grief relief

so I smiled, and blessed, and thanked

you, and found space to cry

in my own time

for longer than expected

truth be told

 

But it passed

and I found new ways

to serve that love

that never went away

but paid attention when asked

to change direction

find new expression

 

So now I whirl thermals

beneath your wings

even when they take you

to places I can’t follow

I swallow the sadness

and wave you off

because if I keep waving

you’ll keep coming back

for another

goodbye –

now fly!

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Wings

04 Wednesday Jun 2014

Posted by harulawordsthatserve in Uncategorized

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butterfly, freedom, nature, poem, poetry, wings

monarch butterfly photoimage credit: http://monarch-butterfly.info

What do you make of this folks? I’m doing another clear out before I head off, and found this old poem of mine. And when I say old, we’re talking over ten years old and more. It’s not especially skilled, but I kind of liked it…so I’m sharing it with you:-)

Think matchbox.

Think beautiful butterfly

with delicate wings.

Now try to decide

how you get it inside.

***

Do you clip off the wings,

so the body will fit?

Do you fold them up neatly,

bit by careful bit?

***

Or do you accept

those wings were meant to fly,

and let the precious creature

glide on by.

 

 

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