Gillian.E. Shaw Poems
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We Do Not Feel Her.
And as she turns we do not feel her:
Four seasons pass in several shades;
life, the given spark to ignite the flame.
Time past is spent. Only to be
waved away without a care?
Then failing... falling on bruised knees:
For troubled souls seek a simple prayer
faced with the complexities of faith.
Oh... who is he without a name?
Why so many players at the game?
Where for art thou footsteps leading?
Hearts who suffer much are bleeding.
Youth lacks compassion; it's the fashion;
all is given and then taken.
Mankind's instinct to ...
N - The Apron
My Nanna wore an apron
for all her mornings tasks;
such a pretty shade and floral
and I have kept the last.
She washed and pressed it regularly
and placed it in a drawer
with several other aprons,
she didn't want for more.