In a jar full of blue
Is all my love for you
Yellow petals combine
Showing our love entwine
A scent you can almost see
Drawing to it the honey bee
Pollinating our love
With wings from above
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$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Psyche
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A lovely read, full of wholesome imagery and perfectly matching the picture! “A scent you can almost see” is a wonderful turn of phrase too😊
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Lovely, tender & endearing, Mother.
Did you enter this into the Inverse challenge? It works well both ways! Loved your poemA
Lovely homage x 🤍
Love this
This is lovely. Well done.