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Life is a puzzle. Sometimes with a few pieces missingWe may not realize that fact until the end, and we sit wishing We regret we even started solving the picture of the puzzleBecause our eyes’ attention to the missing pieces leaves us somewhat muddled Anticipation grew while working on ita little...

I don’t remember ever utteringThe words I’m bored or any other such thing Having to do with a lack of entertainment for the dayI had too many rocks and trees around in which to play The voices of my siblings as we awoke on summer morningsWas s a soothing, happy sound...

Caregivers He always knew there would be no life for himselfCaring for his father, the sons’ dreams are shelved No dances, no dates, no staying out lateNo chance of sharing meals with a date Sacrifice means giving something up for anotherSomeone special like a father or a mother He would never...

Mother said I learned to read at an early ageShe said I was like an animal let out of a cage So many thoughts stuck inside my headI put them to pen and paper, so they were said Some days it’s better to write down your thoughtsSo your brain doesn’t become...

Someone left the night light onIt’s bright outside, but there’s no sun I don’t find them scary or creepyI’ve had a hard day, and I’m sleepy Maybe he’s just saying helloI’ll say goodnight, and then he’ll go Then again, he’s not so badThe more I look, it makes me glad That,...

Life is pumping in everythingAnimals and plants are all living things Your eyes spy colors yellow and greenMorning sky and dew on the grass seen Look around, and you will seeShifting sands and shimmering seas Morning lightsThe sun ignites Stop and watch the sun emergeGiving us our energy surge Life’s hearts...

Every tree is its own story Standing for decades void of glory Swaying gently in the breeze Bracing for winters freeze Year after year, seasons change Limbs and branches rearranged Only when it’s cut for timber counting rings to remember  How tall and luxuriant it used to stand Languishing seasons with...

A mother’s fearsmay last for years As her children growA mother will know problems will mountToo many to count a broken arm, a scrape, or bruiseA mother never gets to choose she gives them a hug and a kissAs she silently makes a wish a mother does her best each dayshe...

Granddaughters are unique life thingsAll different, but special things bring Most men want their row of boysRuckus makers breaker of toys I do love my energetic grandsons tooIt’s just that granddaughtersFreely hug you Each so different individual from one anotherIt reminds me of my daughters, their mothers Granddaughters slide next up...