Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Category: Poetry
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To Whom It May Concern
To whom does poetry belong?And where does it reside?Within the hearts of those who loveOr those who’ve ever triedIn souls of grieving parentsWhose precious child has passedIt lives inside the tired soulHoping to the lastIt’s in the eyes of childrenListening to a mother’s songIt’s here within our troublesAnd when we’ve suffered longFor written in a… Read.
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This Year
When my son began at his new school, it was agreed (based on my conversation with the previous sendco) that he would not be required to do homework. With his significant challenges in autism and adhd, this is only kind. And as a result he is coping well. Of course, as soon as improvements are… Read.
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The bully
No apologies for posting again so soon. This man needs all the help we can give him. To use words from The Lord of the Rings – “You know of whom I speak….” When they gang up against youThe bulliesThinking to show their prowessTheir strengthMost of us are not deceived They threatenBelittleAnd frightenBut stand tallStay… Read.
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Awaken
The sunlight slipping through the treesCasts shadows like barcodesAlong my wayThe low winter’s sun strobingBetween the slender trunksIt is a beautiful dayAnd in the hedgerows Among last autumn’s leaves still lyingTender snowdrops droopAnd green crocus shoots break throughThe world is awaking from its slumber Read.
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Stay
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Past Perfect
It is in the bones of meThis placeThe great flat And the open skyThe twist of a lane To my homeThe stone walls of my cottageI loved this place thenButI had already lovedThis place beforeIn the daysWhen everything existedIn my mindSo much largerThan realityWhen snowdriftsStill closed schoolsAnd I was safe in my parents’ loveAnd the… Read.
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This again
I have posted this before, prior to doing this blog. But it continues to be sadly relevant for far too many families. Fight The system is brokenI’m all out of fightI’ve phoned all the schoolsI know what would be rightBut it doesn’t existSo do I just stop hoping?Go on as we areSee how long we… Read.
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The final edit
(Got a bit serious with this one)Meet me thereAt the final editWhen the lights go upAnd they roll the creditsWhen I’m out of timeOn life’s pay phoneI’d like to knowI’m not aloneMeet me there, LordSave me spaceTo be beside you -Show me graceAll my lifeI’ve been unsteadyMeet me nowSo I’ll be ready Read.
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You did not need a kiss
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Something Like Perfection
