River

My river is morning cups of tea,
comfy shoes and eyes that see,
blankets and warm underwear,
My river is clean hair.

My river is brightly coloured clothes,
to not forget; a car that goes;
has lips to kiss, a place to be,
to not be late, to flow as me.

It is calm and great excitement,
mute and then exuberant.
dinner on, fire lit, the lights down low,
the right pillow.

And now my river rocks me,
is your friend and our security,
My river is creation –
words, work, love, inspiration.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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