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Go to bed
Did you ever feel as though A three year old is smarter? More agile in their reasoning, More devious in their devices Trouble lurks around every twinkle, careless regard for every rule. The only master their love of cookies Their only desire to win on their terms The nightly battle for supremacy Takes its toll…
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The love of reading
We read almost every night. Part of it is for their school work, part of it is to pass down what I remember from when I was a child. Every night, we would lay in bed and have a night time story read to us. It sparked my curiosity for the world around me in…
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Arrival
Emotions run wild, Like rapids in the spring Full of the rush of life And the treasure that can bring Potential full and limitless Every breath amazing Evoke the beauty of creation The fires of joy are blazing Soft and oh, so sweet An old soul again arrives Ready to shine its light On all…
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Birthday party
My little boy and his blue blankey, quiet as he falls asleep in my lap, over full of icing and excitement from his big night. Happy birthday! He greeted as people came in, excited beyond all measure for the cake he knew was at hand, that was the only thing he truly wanted. A quick…
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Chill and warmth
The sky is so brilliant, Hazy and white. The shine of the sun, the snow so bright. The wind in January chills my bones, Makes me long for the comfort of hearth and home Golden glow, and soft warm hugs Love of a family, My cute little bugs.
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Forlorn
A clump of leftover rags, Abandoned and alone Used and discarded, Left on its own. Once they were valued, Almost beyond compare Beautiful and pristine, Shiny against her hair But now they are faded With time and despair No more will gazes linger, Now that she doesn’t care Their purpose yet lingers Useful, perhaps, to…
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Unexpectedly stormy
It’s the little things. The quiet things. The things one can pass by, and never see. Until the time the quiet things become loud, Roaring for attention. They were so simple, so peaceful until neglected. Suddenly what was so quiet and calm has turned into a funnel of destruction, and one can only hold on.…
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Baggage
Swirls and eddies Lead to strange horizons, Conversation flows within One thought leads to another, spiraling into another realm Complete, Unique. Within my own mind, I can go for hours Sorting through the boxes Packed away for another day Some, left closed, Pushed away to a corner. To be dealt with at another time, Maybe.
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New Year’s Eve
Finally. The last day of another year almost gone. With the most bitter cold I can remember since childhood, I made absolutely no plans to go out or do anything. It felt a little strange, as it’s always been a night where I felt like I needed to be doing something. When I was a…
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December 30th
Almost. The year sighs, breathing its last. It knows that the time to go is close, one breath away in a life span that was gone before we knew what to do with it. Promises were made when it was born, Of better days ahead. Of achievements, mountains to climb. Some were won, Other dreams…