Sunday, July 29, 2012

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Anna, my daughter
Has given me a coat of many colours
Made from the scraps of life
fabric discarded along the way,
Fragments sent flying
by the winged things metamorphosis.
 
 
The pattern I remember has
been changed and colours show
in places strange to me.
Surely the fish sign
Came from someone elses sea !
Not that it matters, we
all need fish and bread and wine.
 
This coat of stars and shadows
that others see as such a present fit
Sits awkwardly on me
But keeps me warm
and is my treasure.

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