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FLOW is a safe, open community where poems, stories, letters and lyrics help people process trauma, share their truth, and feel less alone — in honour of our late patron, Dame Vera Lynn.
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View all →⛅️ For Mothers Upstairs ⛅️
To all of the mothers upstairs in the clouds, Your daughters and sons shout “Hi’ really loud. We know you’re not here since that day you passed, but the love in our hearts will forever last. Some still buy cards and flowers today, and place them by pictures and smile...
“If not me or you, then who”
As I sit and drink my coffee today, I hear many things that passersby say. They’re often unhappy and talking of those, who cause so much pain at work as they go. I hear of people, quite senior as well, who make people’s lives a living hell. Bullies, liars, and those...
“I’m not fine”
These lyrics are from the song "I'm not fine", by Telford Sounds, which can be listened to on YouTube by clicking this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4Q5tu491Jo [Verse 1] He said, "Long week" But it’d been a long year Holding it together With a grin and a beer...
The Moccasin Approach
Leaders, managers, teams, and colleagues, don’t become those silent bodies. Don’t see things from just your lens, see others’ perspectives, more like friends. Walk two moons in their shoes first, See their world and feel their thirst. What makes them tick and what...
The Scots Brazilian
(For My Friend Tim) “Friend” is a word that we use every day. We talk of a friend and have plenty to say. Well, this is my rhyme for this friend of mine. And no better friend will you ever find. When I think of Tim and my memories dear, it often involves the hill and...
My Turn to Fight
This poem was written by Dawn Turner about the loss of her son. Dawn kindly gave me her permission to share it on FLOW. ------- My world stopped on 22 August. The date is etched into my skin like a burn. Six weeks have passed — or perhaps it’s still that single,...
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“If not me or you, then who”
As I sit and drink my coffee today, I hear many things that passersby say. They’re often unhappy and talking of those, who cause so much pain at work as they go. I hear of people, quite senior as well, who make people’s lives a living hell. Bullies, liars, and those...
The Moccasin Approach
Leaders, managers, teams, and colleagues, don’t become those silent bodies. Don’t see things from just your lens, see others’ perspectives, more like friends. Walk two moons in their shoes first, See their world and feel their thirst. What makes them tick and what...
The Scots Brazilian
(For My Friend Tim) “Friend” is a word that we use every day. We talk of a friend and have plenty to say. Well, this is my rhyme for this friend of mine. And no better friend will you ever find. When I think of Tim and my memories dear, it often involves the hill and...
My Turn to Fight
This poem was written by Dawn Turner about the loss of her son. Dawn kindly gave me her permission to share it on FLOW. ------- My world stopped on 22 August. The date is etched into my skin like a burn. Six weeks have passed — or perhaps it’s still that single,...
Our High-Performing Team
Aligned and united, we work in our teams. And all of us work on the company’s dreams. Success and reward are just over there. We’ll get there with effort, compassion, and care. Into our values we dive and we swim. Together, united, our dream is to win. If anyone...
A BATTLE OF THE SOMME TAIL
They call it a village, it looks like hell, Buildings destroyed by bomb and shell, Smouldering wood and acrid fumes, A greyness over everything looms. There’s mud everywhere under foot, Mixed with rain, earth and soot, The heady smell of death everywhere, A misty...
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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."
Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020
