Three 'c' words that go with familiarity... comfort, complacency, claustrophobia.
Self indulgent ramblings of a tea-guzzling screen-switching twenty something Romantic...
Friday, 25 October 2013
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Some words.. for my mum
I remember sitting next to her
Cross legged
Brushing her hair
It feels soft
I remember leaning in
Resting on her
I can hear her heartbeat
It sounds like mine
She is one half of my heart
The safe place in which I once slept
The strength and warmth
That makes a home
When I look at her, I see
A beautiful girl, laughing
A strong woman, coping
A mother, full of love
I am her and she is me
Nothing cracks, nothing breaks
Nothing fades
Me and my mum
Always
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