SHELLEY MARIE MATHER

 

 

 

 

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For Shelley

 

 

Everything was planned,

            quite simple, step by step.

And yet all plans were cast aside

            by events – by whose hand?

 

It was planned – thought at least –

a few weeks unwinding from the status

            of employee,

 

adapting to a new role,

moving into our own home again –

            no more flats.

 

And then,        

the title PARENTS  - Father Mother

to be ours.

 

The tiny seed of love, implanted

growing,

was caught up by the changes – plans

            and overtook.

 

You were born to us – snatched

untimely from your Mother’s womb

with six weeks growing incomplete.

 

We welcomed you.

 

A wave of emotions washing over me.

            surrounding me, consuming me.

An ecstasy, a syncopated thumping of my heart

            as I hold you,

            my precious little one.

 

The warmth of your tiny body,

head dwarfed by my hand as I press you

against my breast – is life itself.

So precious – so fragile.

I tremble at the enormity of it and wonder

at my frailty.

 

I look at you with love, and somehow

            as if you can sense my fears,

            your whole being exudes an aura of strength

            and peace.

 

I kiss you as a tear runs down my cheek.

 

 

John

 

 

 

Kathryn

 

 

 

Tributes to

 

Shelley

 

 

 

Those

 

who

 

were  

 

murdered

 

with Shelley

 

 

 

Poetry

 

 

 

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