In the hush of babbling brooks
She whispers.
In the call of graceful gulls
She whispers.
In the song of whistling winds
She whispers.
Her slight and humble voice
It falls on deafened ears.
And yet she dwells in sorrow –
Generous stupor.
A Mother’s selfless blindness
To faults of sons and daughters.
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I hope you all had a wonderful New Year and wish you success and happiness for 2015. Apologies for the apparent randomness of this poem – I’d been enjoying the beauty of the scenery at this time of year recently and this emerged as a response. Given Marcia’s earlier call for us to share what we’ve been working on, I thought I’d post it all the same.
Thanks for reading,
Callum
The Write Stuff 
Reblogged this on Callum McLaughlin and commented:
I shared a poem over on The Write Stuff. It’s a great blog for lovers of the written word in any form so feel free to head on over and take a look.
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Such a beautiful poem. A tribute to the beauty, the sadness, and the wonder of the world around us. Callum has a special gift.
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Randomness is good, I like it.
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Thank you, Kelly!
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Lovely, as always, Callum. Thank you so much for sharing with us! (Look, I got up out of bed just to see what you’d posted. WordPress failed to notify me, but comments from your fans appeared on my iPhone, and gave me a heads up.) Feel free to be random here whenever you want! 🙂 And Happy New Year!
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Thank you, Marcia. I’m glad you liked the poem and I really do want to post here more often this year 🙂
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