Jeannette Heywood Poems

Motherhood defines me,
but often undermines me.

My fears for you are almost tangible.
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Let's take a chance with our first dance.
To wish on a star that our lives will go far.
The music has started, we'll never be parted.
The dance floor is lined with our guests, wined and dined.
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Light and white, fluffy, like snowflakes.
Flower girls stoop to pluck them for keepsakes.

A rainbow of paper o'er us floats down.
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Grief yawns and swallows you whole.
Insomnia, heartache, regrets take their toll.

Subconscious repeatedly into past dips.
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The way that they look at each other,
my Granddaughter and her Mother.
To witness such a bond is a blessing from beyond.
Their eyes lock into gaze unbroken.
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The importance of play may never be overstated.
It's status in child development so underrated.
How else may a person practise their manners?
Learn to take turns, become their life's planners?
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Fierce as frost,
soft as snow,
my love has cost me much I know.
Raucous winds,
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Snowdrop, tulip, daffodil and crocus.
Your colours coax dull lenses to focus.
Rain often drenched your bulbs and roots.
But not even frost deterred your shoots.
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Watch in wonder, listen with care.
As it's teachings this world lays bare.
Run, skip, jump, dance.
Make the most of every chance.
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A gossamer vision you stand atop the stair.
Of this profound moment in time I'm acutely aware.
Gracefully down you glide, radiant, glorious, my daughter, the bride.
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