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Born A Monk

BORN A MONK

Misfit, I’ll admit
Family never seemed right
Didn’t belong here

Requiem

REQUIEM

Never did take the time
To follow into who you are
Guess it sprouted from

Some kind of fear
Fear of you
Or maybe more likely me

Hard to fix that now
I can only apologise
But to whom I’m unsure

Kin

KIN

Brothers and sisters
And our ongoing kinship
Parents and children

Vacillation Row

VACILLATION ROW

Display or disguise
It seems we always remain
Somewhere in between

Family

FAMILY

Play nice, my children
Not because you may be next
But simply because

Sarah’s Godfather

SARAH’S GODFATHER

Shivered my timbers
Being addressed as uncle
We are family
Yes, but by Spirit not blood
Where we came from we are one

Freedom Of Choice (Flash Fiction)

I recently tried my hand at “flash fiction”. I aimed at 100 words. This piece has 99. (Or 102 if you include the title. 🙂 )

FREEDOM OF CHOICE

It was a shock.

Yes, it had been years. And the matron said it had been five days since she handed in all her valuables and stopped eating. Still. … Like a death mask.

“Mrs Smith. Your son is here to see you.”

A pause, then a sudden radiant smile.

“Raymond?”

I took her hand.

“I came to say goodbye. I love you, mum.”

The years, the words spoken and unspoken dissolve, leaving four eyes in tears.

And she drifts off again.

Back in the office the matron wants advice. Help.

“Let us honour her right to end her life.”

Family

FAMILY

You give them your trust
And then they take it away
A hard way to grow

Father And Son

Precious

PRECIOUS

The past is a ghost
The future a flimsy dream
But tonight is ours
For treasuring each moment
Just as though it were our last

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