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A mother’s love burns ever bright
Like a cottage fire on a winter’s night
Like a kettle on the boil, her warmth glowing
She fills the cup full and overflowing
Her love is there whenever you call
Constant as the ticking clock on the wall
Like the cosy comfort of the armchair
Her love burns ever brightly there
As sturdy and firm as the oak mantelpiece
A mother’s love will never cease
M is for what you MADE me
O Is for ONLY you
T for the TREASURED memories
H for HEARTS our two
E is for your love ETERNAL
R is for your REGAL splendour
And so to me the word MOTHER conveys
A woman incomparable, warm and tender
You told me all the secrets
That your heart held so dear
And inspired in me values
That I could live by from year to year
Maybe you didn’t realise
I was listening all along
To life’s lessons that you taught me
So that I would not go wrong
Maybe you thought I hadn’t heard a word
But I know every line
Of the lessons that you taught me
For they are embedded in my mind
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These poems tell of pain and sadness
But also of love, joy and gladness
Of the purest love anyone ever knew
Of the sweetest flower that ever grew
From early springtime’s pearly light
To evening’s twilight and darkest night
Where on life’s ocean we surfed high and low
To the waves rhythmic ebb and flow
With glittering flickers of silver and gold
And my heart’s blood, the verses I mould
Walk in the pages as emotions roll
And look through the window of my soul.
Like an angel from Heaven
on the wings of a prayer
You came softly into my life
which was sombre and bare
As silently as winter’s
first snowflakes descending
Your presence was awash
with a fragrance unending
With your sparkle and flowpeace and harmony I found
You wrapped me in love
as snow blankets the ground
As snow blankets the ground
and melts in the spring
Revealing a melody of colours
so did you with a ring
We take the ferry to an island
In the Atlantic Ocean blue
Where rippling surf runs up glistening sand
A crimson sunset saturates the view
Visiting lovely Valentia Island
Off the southern Kerry coast
Deep in the heart of the Island
We are met by a welcome host
There he mixes hot wax, dyes and oil
Making candles of relaxing light
Strolling around the workshop
We savour the scented delight
Lavender, frankincense, cinnamon, citrus
He pours in the oils exquisite and rare
Into the finest handcrafted candles
Made by the candleman with care(See photo in my gallery of me at the Candleman’s Shop)If you go to Valentia Island, be sure to visit John at The Candle Shop
Silhouetted against the affable glow
Of the burning lamplight
As if sheltering and insulating themHe draws his two precious sons
Into the warm embrace of his love
He is gripped by the stealthily creeping pain
Silent like the winter’s chill
Pain that bears witness
To the inescapable ordeal ahead
Which he must face
He endures the crushing agony
That shatters his bittersweet world
They too hurt inside with his pain
For they know - and he knows - what lies ahead of him
Inside – his heart haemorrhages – for them
In the surrealistic shadows
Gently stroking their heads, he says“… … do what yous are told
And everything will be all right … …”
Now they are reassured
That is his consolation
And, as he whispers words of love
For a brief moment
Nothing else matters
Oh the pain that within burns
When the soul grieves and the heart yearns
The scorching pain like desert heat
When swords fall silent in defeat
Alone now when darkness falls
No longer do I hear your calls
But hear the aching heart that cries
The grief, the pain, the heaving sighs
My wounded heart is bruised and raw
Where can I soothing comfort draw
Oh that I could hold you hear
And rid these eyes of silent tear
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