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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 time to play The way she held her headThe smile she has makes it...

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 The oceans deep, there’s no place to hide There’s pitching and pounding; you can...

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 I was threeIt was my first real memory that, to this day, I could...

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 a train stopped on a trackit will only go forward or back there is...

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 Owls that hoot in the nightsearching eyes flashing bright trees branches swayingnatures symphony playing...

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 you’re living in the moment, You are caught up in taking in life,dealing with...

There is unexplored anguish at my doorMy mind says stay away, but my heartwants to know more You inwardly try to sort feelings outBut inside, you desire to scream andshout The deception felt is on yourselfWhen callous words Got off...

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 garden gate My Grandad loved Planting flowers back thenHe would talk for hours about...

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...

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...