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Shoulders
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Inner warmth
One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…
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First loves
The sound of sobbing greeted my ears. In the dark, I thought I was dreaming But there they were, Crying as if their heart would break Their most beloved had left them Alone, To sleep without the warmth and softness Of companionship Even as I held them Rubbing their back while soothing The tears My…
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Mixed metaphor Monday
The start of another week has come, one week closer to holidays. My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break. Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs? I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to…
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Family and friends
It’s a later night than what I usually have but I’m wide awake, thinking about the day. Possibly some of that is due to the coffee I partook in, along with the decadent Nanaimo squares, but I think it is more due to how full my heart is (and yes, okay, my stomach too!) I…
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July 1st 2019
Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…
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Young love
So it happened, although earlier, and not the child I expected it to happen with. Recently I was driving the children to school and happened to see a note my middle diva hadn’t put inside her bag. I picked it up, curious, and felt my heart lurch as she expressed her feelings toward a boy,…