A short poem I wrote in October 2019
Hidden Irratations (Revised)
Splinters under the skin
Little wounds so thin
Do inwardly sting
And the crying children sing
From under a comforting wing
“Mom, please remove this thing”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
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Splinters are 🤐😢
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Thank you Sadje … 😀😉😥
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You’re welcome
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Splinters do hurt. 😔
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Yes … a small personal hurt that is invisible to others …
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I remember my mom removing splinters from fingers and hands. Ouch!
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Yes … me too .. thanks Eugenia
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loved it there and here too Ivor! ❤️
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Thank you Cindy
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Yep and after all, it’s Fri-Yayyyyy!❣️
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Such truth!
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(((HUGS)))
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Yes .. I remember those events well
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