t was my mother's birthday on Christmas Day Each year this time holds so much sadness for so many reasons The bonhomie and consumption are the least amongst them but significant nonetheless The melancholy creeps up on me Then I recognise why This year I’ve been able to probe a little deeper Perhaps that’s because I’ve been doing so much retrospective examination of the story which is my life Words and where they lead so much dominate at the moment and for so many of recent moments maybe they give me a chance for further insights but especially at this time I miss that temporary tenderness that echoes through the years of the warmth of being embraced by the feminine divine The original source of the divinity understood by the child in the arms of its mother I believe it is the sense of that we all seek to find The thing we have called unconditional love which can bring us all together But never will have the chance
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