She sits and spins,
A tapestry of wonders taking shape and life
Between her vision and her words.
Her mind a world away
From errant children setting out
To carry the spark of life
To a new dawning.
And yet, within that spark
Her fire blooms.
A wildflower sown
And rooted in their souls.
Planted with love,
Watered with tears,
Nurtured with laughter
And cherished wisdom.
Looking back as the tide takes them,
Her children see only the distant beacon
Of a mother’s love.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Such a wonderful poem Sue.
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Thank you,Sadje.
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Always a pleasure
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A lovely way of expressing a mother’s role in child rearing, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Absolutely beautiful Sue…xxx
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Thank you, Sally xx
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This is how a mother should be…
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The lightest touch…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for sharing, Jaye x
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: )
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Beautiful and true 💞
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❤
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Stunning, Sue. This is so beautiful.
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❤
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Beautiful, Sue…
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Thank you, Bette.
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Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
I’m finding myself at a loss for words lately, so I’m surrendering and sharing this sublime poem by Sue Vincent.
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❤
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Thank you for sharing, Diana.
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My pleasure, Sue. I was tempted to warn everyone to have tissues on hand. ❤
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Oh dear…
But as Gandalf says, ‘not all tears are an evil…’ x
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I think its a mom thing. ❤
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Probably 😉 ❤
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That beacon never goes dark. (K)
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Never…
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Nice to meet you, Sue. I am visiting from Diana’s blog. “Sublime” is a perfect word for this poem, Diana. A huge WOW, “to carry the spark of life” “her fire blooms”. Everything about this poem is beautiful. Tear brimming. I get it “A Mother’s Love.”❤️
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Thank you, Erica. I’m glad it touches you.
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The last stanza is so real – great comparison with mothers and children.
“Nurtured with laughter
And cherished wisdom.”
Enough to fill and direct a life time
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It should be enough… as long as we take the time to share both 🙂
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Lovely poem, Sue.
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Thank you, Anneli.
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I love the last stanza in particular, such a poignant metaphor for a mother’s love.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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For me this poem one of those that hold time, so perfectly composed.
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Thank you very much.
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you.
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