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A Gesture of Love

A bunch of flowers sitting on the table; roses and chrysanthemums.

A symbol of love from one woman to another, daughter to mother.

A reminder that her sacrifices are not forgotten or taken for granted;

overtime worked, money to help her daughters get what they wanted.


She tried to give them what she lacked; hugs, kisses-saying ‘I love you,’

and ‘Follow your dreams, don’t settle for second best. You are worth it.’

This woman, small in stature, always alert and ready for battle;

don’t mess with her weans, if you value your life-she takes no prisoners.


Her mistakes are many- lovers and two husbands later, she’s nobody’s fool,

except when she hears a sob story from one of her girls- ‘Help’ they shout,

and she runs , straight to the rescue. That abusive partner-he’s gone-

yes, a coward at heart, leaving finger marks on her daughter.


The sleepless nights, not knowing where they were-alcohol and drugs

make fools of us all, one way or another. Yet through this sorry episode,

she loved them from a distance; too close and she might lose them,

with a hasty word. She often wonders how they survived their folly.


She looks at the flowers again, admiring the beauty of the red rose,

remembering the Burns classic, amazed that these girls she raised

are still around her. She considers herself blessed; yes God

has indeed blessed the work of her hands, and forgiven her follies.





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Mary, my life parallels yours, two husbands, three kids, but mine are boys. I feel your pain and happiness, The flowers have meaning - great poem. Well written.

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Really enjoying your poems. Loved your take on GCC, it made me chuckle, you eloquently described what many of us have felt, those blue bins are a curse, always full and one must keep an eye on one's neighbour to ensure they don't use your bin.

Ps. I also feel Glasgeians feel the pain of a longer lockdown. Well said.

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graham.gordon31
graham.gordon31
2021年5月17日

Lovely piece and very true❤

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graham.gordon31
graham.gordon31
2021年5月17日

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