Lily Lawson
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Lily is a poet and fiction writer living in the UK. She has poetry, short stories and creative non-fiction published in anthologies and online in addition to her books.
‘My Father’s Daughter’ has poems referring to her Mam's dementia, the church volunteer roles she held and her experiences as she began to take her writing seriously. 'A Taste of What’s to Come' is a varied selection of poems which give some impression of the range of her work. 'Rainbow's Red Poetry Book' is the first of the Rainbow Series. It celebrates love and tackling the challenges we face as humans She is currently studying online for an Open Degree with the Open University. She enjoys reading, watching American TV, eating chocolate, listening to music, and hanging out on social media (not all at the same time!) Follow her blog at https://www.lilyswritinglife.com/ |
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My Father's Daughter
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Poetry
"An excerpt from Autopsy, by Lily Lawson - If, as time moves on, the words that I have shared remain with you,and call you back to read them once again my work is done." My Father’s Daughter, a collection of poems ranging from lighthearted to heart-rending, captures Lily Lawson’s thoughtful observations about life and love. 
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A Taste of What's to Come
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Poetry
A varied selection of poetry from my adult and children's poetry collections. 
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Rainbow's Red Poetry Book
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Poetry
‘Do yourself a favour: buy this, curl up in your favourite chair and read it, knowing you will come away refreshed.’ Life is a complex thing. As social beings, we live side by side, sometimes in not so harmonious circumstances. This book celebrates love and tackling the challenges we face as humans. Control is not always ours. Keep learning. Keep growing. Be yourself. Do your best. Life is complicated, yet very simple. ’These poems are layered and more formal -- with an air of William Blake or even Christina Rosetti -- but without pretension or anachronism. They still have the Lawson touch.’ ‘Lily Lawson has this way of making me weep. And dance. And understand myself a little better. And understand others, perhaps, a little better too.’ 
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Santa's Early Christmas
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Poetry, Children's
Last year Santa was hungry and thirsty by the time he delivered all the presents. But when he came home there was no food and drink left! This year Santa decides things are going to be different. 
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