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Inheriting the Earth

He sent shivers down her spine,

in a chair that reclined.

He gawked,

the psychiatrist smiled benignly.

The chair was soft, a spring glow

soothed the mother’s face.

Her child of three,

on the periphery,

surrounded by music,

life moved on

to a distinctive song.

Flowers were in her hair,

She was dancing in the air,

then made flight

like an angel of delight.

Dancing, romancing,

she met a man,

did not go to plan.

Now on the psychiatrist’s couch,

child in her arms,

she seeks calmer waters,

mother and daughter,

arm in arm,

the world in her palms.

The fortune teller fooled.

They inherit the Earth.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.

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