Coffee Mornings
By Silver Spun Sand
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There was an understanding
along our road; brand new estate...
brand new mums, so we had a rota,
week and week about. We talked
of sore nipples, of nappy-rash,
birthing and breeding, swopped
recipes and remedies for teething
and the like, but also we spoke
of life, something women rise to
as easy, and hard as baking bread,
getting kids off to sleep, or grass
stains out of socks. Every last drop
we squeezed, each to each, like juice
of a lemon. We thought we knew
each other well. On reflection
we didn’t even know ourselves...far
too busy being who we thought
we ought to be.
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I suppose it was the
I suppose it was the beginning of 'Mums and Toddlers' organised groups - with older Mums/Grannies around aswell, then. I liked your last 3 lines, - peer pressure, and living up to what we think others are thinking, can seem so important. Rh
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This brought back memories.
This brought back memories. But didn't we relish the role?
Nice poem.
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Hi Tina, like Bee this poem
Hi Tina, like Bee this poem brought back memories for me too. Having babies is such a talking point amongst woman and you put this over so well in your writing. Really enjoyed and thank you for sharing. Jenny.
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With tihis poem Tina you have
With tihis poem Tina you have captured an entire generation in just a few lines and I so recognize my sister's life with these words. I t wasn't my life because I lived in an isolated farmhouse and never saw anyone tilll the girls started school. .
Moya
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