Buttercup

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Dreamy buttercup,
soothsayer of my youth, promised
a love eternal –
oh, I hoped, willed it be so –
naught but folly, now I see.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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