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Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the...

Some days the seas we sail are rough We question at the time if we’ll be tough enough The strength will have to come from inside...

I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when...

It’s the words not spoken out loudlingering in the air like a dark cloud It seems silence is deafeningwaiting for, peace to bring It is like...

Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollow mama where she goes...

Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning why because...

repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had from his...

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...

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...