Light Blue
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It’s the colour of forget me nots,
a beautiful long light blue shawl,
used now as a tablecloth,
a way of remembering
those days I suppose.
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It hangs on the wash line,
stained by a spill of red wine,
remains of the house party,
celebrating your birth
and the four years since your return,
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memories of Addis — more distant,
maybe not — somethings still vivid.
I regret the spill, despoiling the blue,
the stubbornness of the stain
lingering still, hanging on still.
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An evocation of the way,
life turns unexpectedly.
The accident of your creation,
the battle of your birth,
the fight for your life
and the way you grew.
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And now look at you,
there are no regrets of any kind.
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©robcullen03082021
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In tribute to my daughter Beth Cullen and her work with people over this Earth
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