peter rodenby Poems
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Photographs Of A Personel History
Some images of a forgotten past
I had no part of
Now scattered on table and floor
surrounded with tears of remembrances.
Times before I knew you.
I am not there!
as you are absent
from my missing photographs,
Images that do not fade with memories
or conceal the sorrow of secrets
For My Mother
You are like the mist in the morning
that hangs over the Tyne valley
as I travel back to your birth place
You cover me and theland
everything is concealedand protected
under a snowy comforting blanket.
the view andI are safe.
.Then as the day warms and sun rises
so then like child hood