The plans changed.
We adapted.
That’s life.
Six became four,
then five,
by technology.
Presence begat
seven.
Two absent by
choice,
circumstance.
Seven embraced nine,
then many.
Growing conversation
included the world,
its entirety,
its meaning,
purpose,
subterfuge,
conspiracies
and realities.
And realities of conspiracies.
Gallons of humour.
Tears
of laughter
and understanding.
Hugs and kisses of short farewells
and longer journeys.
Dismissives of maternal worry
enclosed in comprehensive travelogues.
Tickles of
tender teasing,
rude, graphic, enacted
diffusion.
Undiluted,
concentrated
love.
My family.
More growth.
And so it goes.
I love this, Anne-Marie; it really appeals to me. xxx
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Thanks, Ali. The best laid plans gone astray but all good in the end. 🙂 x
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Great piece. Touching, and captivating. I love the unique (to me anyway) approach and rhythm.
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It was a lovely evening with my crew before one set off on something of an adventure. Mixed emotions from this mammy. While he’s off backpacking in Thailand I’ll spend the next few weeks worrying. And hoping he has a good time! And he’s 24! I should know better by now but apparently not. 😉 x
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