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Perpetual motion machine
Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…
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Family Sunday
I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…
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Endless love
I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…
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Costume
This veil I wear is short and bleak And hides a bitter truth My colours aren’t vibrant or rare, My face not long of tooth I watch from behind this safe place In a costume of a sort While the world passes me by In a strange and unfamiliar sport My heart is firmly attached…
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The eyes of my child
My little one was sad today. He missed me, and didn’t want me to go. So, instead of having a date of running errands with my husband, I was greeted with my two men when I came out of the dealership. I’d dropped off the car for routine oil change and work, and came to…
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Goodnight
She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…
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The night shift
The longest day in the calendar is the one where you didn’t sleep the night before. It appears the gastro has descended on the house of Gooden. It made its appearance with the sounds of my toddler throwing up at midnight. And one am, two am, three am, four am, and then it was time…
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Let sleeping toddlers lie
My little man is growing up. I’m watching him with mixed feelings as he snores on my lap. Having refused a nap earlier, he’s already passed out, an hour before his regular bedtime. He’s getting so big. Talking and telling funny stories (well, he thinks they are at least. I usually have no idea why…
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The little brother
A tiny creature Bark so much louder than his bite Although, He’ll bite if given half a chance Full of sound and fury Signifying when he didn’t get his nap He rules over all that he sees His domain of ice and fire, or paw patrol and legos, Whichever he believes it to be At…
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Warmth and silence
It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…