Helicopter’s Child

Mother hovers
like a dragonfly
her helicopter
slice through
my endeavours

I am an unsung note
set on rotate
waiting for an opening
to flee the slaughter.

(Image my own.)

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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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      1. You’re absolutely right! I should have specified that I transitioned to nontraditional adult higher education. And even here, there is the occastional helicopter parent, which makes me very grumpy.

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  1. I love the lines “I am an unsung note/ set on rotate” – such a lot said in a few rich words. I also really like your image the Van Gogh like swirls of yellow in the background and the ducks with green in the foreground. How did you do that?

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