Elizabeth Miller Poems

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1.
Your Hands

Your hands, so skilful then,
Could tie a bow in a heartbeat
Cut the toughest carrots
Hold buttercups beneath my chin
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2.
Not Wanting To Worry You

Not wanting to worry you, Mum,
I never told you why
Dappled bruises kept appearing on my shins
Why my pens would vanish
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3.
Mind Your Manners

‘Come straight to the table as soon as you're called.
Punctuality is the politeness of kings.'

‘Don't slurp your soup. Sip it slowly and softly
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