Dad’s beardy kisses, scratchy but safe, tucking me into bed,
But Uncles’ bristly affections were reluctantly received.
My children’s kisses, snotty and slobbery, once freely bestowed;
An unabashed smack on the lips.
Now kissed by stealth, caught unawares with a quick peck on the head.

My mum’s hugs would go on forever if I…

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Frosted fronds,
grass encased
in icy crystals.

Like these plants,
life is held,
growth on hold.

Waiting for spring,
for release,
a burst of colour.

A Narnian winter
Prickly tendrils
Wrapping up tight

The grass waits
Willingly wears
its cold white coat

Glistening beauty
A glimpse of good
In suspended season…

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