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Her mother holds her, feeds her, cleans and dresses her;
always there for every need.
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One moment the warmth of the womb,
the next a strange new place,
for she’s in the springtime of her life.
In the summer of her life she blossoms, blooms
and brings into this world a child of her own.
Weary with work she looks forward to the future,
for now it’s the autumn of her life and
her child is now a mother too.
In the winter of her life,
she gazes at the world through unfamiliar windows,
unsure of where or who she is.
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Her daughter holds her, feeds her, cleans and dresses her;
always there for every need.
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Thanks to Sadje for hosting the What Do You See? photo prompt.
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Image credit; ColinMaynard @ Unsplash
Beautiful, the circle of life
Thanks so much, Beth.
And so it goes. Beautifully written, Keith. <3
~David
That’s so kind of you David, thank you.
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Hi Keith – yes that’s what my mother said to me … it should be me looking after (out) for you … but as you say the circle of life. I was lucky the last few years were good … my Ma was cared for and I visited or made sure she had visits twice a day, and picked up any pieces – hospital trips etc … it was all good … our times are a-coming in …. ?! Cheers on a lovely sunny day – Hilary
Similarly to mine, Hilary. I can’t bear the thought of being a burden. Here’s to sunny days ahead!
Poignant, Keith. Your sensitivity has touched me this morning. ♡
Thank you Nancy.
Beautifully done, Keith.
Thanks, Chris!
This is beautiful, Keith. The seasons of a woman’s life. Love it.
I’m pleased you liked it, Dale, not my normal kinda thing but I thought it worth a try!
You did a marvellous thing!
Absolutely beautiful capture of the graciousness that is the fullness of the circle of life. Bravo, Keith…sublime writing!!
Thanks for your kind words, Suzette.
You are very welcome Keith!
A gentle and sensitive reflection.
Thank you, Misky.
This is a very evocative and moving story Keith. The life comes a full circle. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks for your generous words, Sadje.
You’re always most welcome
May we all be so loved and cared for.
Indeed. Thanks, Mimi.
What a lovely poem, Keith.
awww this is so precious 💕