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Bonfire Night

My Mum was born on Bonfire Night one hundred and five years ago and, as a child, thought that everyone was celebrating her birthday with enormous fires and fireworks lighting up the sky.  Memories of my Mum came to the fore a couple of weeks ago when a poet friend sent along this poem which touched me deeply and I was given permission to use it today in honour of my much missed Mum.

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