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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human beingā¦a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
It was a nice read but a little sad
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Yes, it is sad. Thanks for dropping by.I wonder how many go around hiding behind personas they wear as their masks to unveil something so foreign when they are alone.
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Such an interesting poem – i love the play with the daisies and her soul – i was left wondering if it was good her soul escapes- I’m hoping i guessed right that it was
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Yes, her escaping is her haven.
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I agree and wondered the same thing
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Sometimes the only escape is dissociation.
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That’s what I thought was at the heart of this piece. Glad my guess wasn’t too off base. It’s a great poem, very suspenseful.
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an untold story of abuse
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š¦ I caught that in the poem.
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wow powerful and sad
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Thanks for reading:)
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I like the bit about the daisies.
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Yes, thank you…thank goodness for the daisies.
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Wish she hadn’t ought to obey and could breakthrough. Powerful piece!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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powerful.
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Thanks so much, Mary:)
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