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Inheritance
Everyone gets one Like it or not It can’t be traded It can’t be bought It comes from ages ago, Down through the DNA No matter your religion No matter if you pray We are all a product of generations before. Trapped by our genetics, for lesser or more. My eyes like my father, face…
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Tannebaum
The elegance of the tree calls to me, beckoning, telling me tales of long ago, hidden within its finery. Still somehow it appears regal, instead of gaudy. It sings of life that refuses to be banished by snow. Light against the night, the riches of hearth and home. A promise of love to come, and…
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Theory of a new day
I have a theory. In fact, I’ve got a few. Each day is different, each day is new No matter the weather, or the people you see, everything is unique. At least, it is to me I’m a little older each day, And the world is too. While I grow and I change, the earth…
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Christmas prep
December tenth, and time is slipping past me. I’ve carefully budgeted my time down to the hour most days, in order to get everything done. Exercise in the wee hours, snatching ten minutes of writing here and there, work, kids, spending time with friends and family whenever possible. December’s exhausting, and I haven’t even gotten…
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Christmas season
The season has fully kicked off. After a full day of work, I quickly ran to buy a few presents for the gift exchange before getting home with just enough time to put the appetizers in the oven before the first guests showed up. Our first work Christmas party for our new clinic. Small but…
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Christmas goodies
Something about this time of year leads me down a bad and uncomfortable road. This road is paved with good intentions, but it creates the urge to gorge myself on all the Christmas goodies. I start off so strong, then think, hmmm, just one… and then one turns into all of its friends and an…
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Sleepyhead
His halo shines Angelic in the light Saintly is his sleeping face, Quietly breathing in the night. He fell asleep with a little gasp Fighting to the last Now I sit here silently, until alertness has past. My little boy, My bright small one I love you more each day, my little man, my sun.
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End of work days
A hazy patina coats my eyes, blurred with the haste of the day Emotions and ails, wounds and fails Everything crossing my way I lurch with fatigue And struggle to breathe Wondering how to get by, I let out a sigh and try not to bleed I stumble through the door, grateful to sit, A…