Your heart
is a safe harbour
The young
don’t anticipate
the taste of fresh
bread;
or the shape it takes
in the long hour of
rising.
They don’t stop to
inhale the promise
or the warm presence of
comfort.
So preoccupied with
minutes,
the young don’t notice
the passing of years
for when years have
passed,
the young are gone
from all but that
protected place;
Your heart
is a safe harbour
for all that we might
be.
A place of belief,
of trust in us.
A place where we are
always
young enough.
You don’t count minutes
or the years going by.
You always have more
warmth,
and more time.
So that no matter our
setbacks,
we will rise.
Never diminished,
we will rise.
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The
young don’t realise
that hours spent kneading
will shape memories
of the short years of
growth.
They don’t stop to feel
the softness
or the forgiving nature of
dough.
So absorbed in the
moment,
the young don’t notice
the rainfall outside,
and when years have
passed
the rain will have dried
but our youth is
preserved;
Your heart
was a safe harbour
for all we might be.
A place of belief,
of trust in us.
A place where we were
always
young enough.
So we’ll cherish the
minutes
and the years of your
life,
by being everything that
we were
in your eyes.
We will fulfil
your unconditional
pride,
and thanks to your love,
we will rise.
Louise
Fellows
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