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