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this is a love poem for you
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Love is a story told
in the tight fold of families
told in the cwtch
when you hold
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a child through growing
love is a beacons
starlight shining through darkness
a closeness no oppressor
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can out do or overcome
love is its own brightness
when you hold
when you cwtch* a child
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this is a love poem for you
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©robcullen24082021
Cwtch* is a Welsh word with no English language equivalent. It is the place in the crook of the arm where a child is held from infancy onward…young babies and infants are held by their mothers using a woolen shawl wrapped in the “Welsh way” which allows both arms to be free. The child is held next to the mothers heart and listens to the mothers voice and much else beside. The cwtch is a place of reassurance and comfort — and love.
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Love is at the heart of radicalism. Love is at the heart of Resistance.
©robcullen230921
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