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On this day, cold damp and gray
I look through rain drenched window pane
as mantle clock tics time away
while outside chill bare tree limbs sway.

I try to ignore old joints' pain,
another alteration brought by age
enhanced, perhaps, by winter rain.
No good is gained should I complain.

Another day, another page
yet one more day of living's paid
as I step closer to old age
a journey against which I rage.

I wrap myself in blanket, frayed
seeking warmth beneath the threadbare cover
an old quilt which my mother made
whose colors have begun to fade.

And as I sit I soon discover
a peaceful warmth enfolding me
warmth sewn in by my long passed mother.
Years fade as I think of her.

For in my mind I plainly see
her loving hands with shears and pins,
thick glasses on so she can see
stitching this future warmth for me.

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Hi sad start to the poem but the end left me feeling contentment lovely write much enjoyed all the best Sueb x

Thank you. Before she passed away Mom made all 4 of us kids a quilt to have for just such cold days. Appreciate your visiting...............stan

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old mother thought of you
past her perhaps ....
so my son would remain warm
not withstanding the weather ,...

as well as
a devoted 38 years marriage wife
to brew coffee
how I ...
ok many will envy you
critics please kindly do excuse...


When old knees ache and paying bills is a struggle I just remind myself how lucky I really am. Thanks for visiting and leaving such kind comment..................stan

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Scribbler, such a loving gift from your mum...hope you're going to try and pass it on? Love sustains in old age and you have actually been blessed, i'm envious. Could feel the warmth coming through the lexis. I'd love to see you have a crack at the free form and edit some of the unnecessary wording for effect...add a figurative image or too maybe? Enjoyed this.

Ells x

Of course it will be passed on. In fact it's seldom used so as to minimize wear. And since you requested I'll try a free form version.Hence when it receives bad reviews I'll blame it on You lol.............stan

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