Dr Rachel Clarke shared this poem by Helen Dunmore on Twitter today for World Poetry Day. It struck a chord and I want to share it here so as not to forget it, despite the fact that I chuffing hate poetry.
My Life’s Stem Was Cut
My life’s stem was cut,
But quickly, lovingly
I was lifted up,
I heard the rush of the tap
And I was set in water
In the blue vase, beautiful
In lip and curve,
And here I am
Opening one petal
As the tea cools.
I wait while the sun moves
And the bees finish their dancing,
I know I am dying
But why not keep flowering
As long as I can
From my cut stem?
Not today, Satan. Not today. 
Gulp.
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Your sense of humour Ruth throughout this chapter of your life is amazing. I admire you very much.
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