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The silent heart
He was so alone, the man who did it all, quiet and self-effacing while others shone. He watched from the sidelines while others basked in the spotlight, content to know he put them there. Brilliant, caring and kind, he was a million people, behind the scenes he toiled with no expectation or desire for acknowledgement.…
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Sunday night blues
It’s a strange feeling that has taken over me as I sit and look out my window. I watch in a trance as the neighbour over the fence mows their lawn. I’m not at all interested, but my eyes have welded to the spot while I contemplate this strange sensation. It’s almost like I’m a…
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The Dog Days of Summer
It’s been a busy summer. Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do. I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two…
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A matched set
Some people aren’t meant to be alone, solitary and strong Some thrive with the challenge of pairing for life, while others wither with the load. Today I watched a proud person struggle with the realization they can no longer provide for their other half, Struggling to continue themselves, unsure where to turn, not wanting to…
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Hope
Hope begins to unfurl, Tiny tendrils at first Slowly reaching for the sky, sunlight guiding it onwards Fed with the light of love, the warmth of support, It spreads, Swelling with joy and exhilaration Bursting into flower It sings out I am Here And glories in existence
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Days of Gold
Every week I go in, checking on them as I do my rounds. Ensuring no one needs anything, and if they do, that they receive as much care as I can give. Some days are rough, though not because of illness, but because of the memory of health The heartbreak comes in the moments of…
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Bookends of the day
My favourite part of the day is moments of solitude early in the morning, The house shifting in sleep, only the indifferent glances of cats, questioning my choices in life I slowly wake up, preparing for the day with caffeine and quiet. Until the early morning solitude is broken by cries for mommy, or daddy,…
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The seven year itch
I remember growing up how limited television was. We had three channels, four if you included the French one, which somehow we never did. I used to love the movies that came on during Sunday afternoons. I think they were on CBC, and they stuck with me. They were foreign lands in black and white, …
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Grabbing The Brass Ring
Today is the day! I’m feeling motivated, ready to begin, and even like I may sit down and try to organize myself. To do what you may ask? To live my dream, that’s what I’ll be totally honest- I’m already living the dream. I love my kids, my husband, family and friends, and my job…
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A Mother’s prayer
Keep them safe and happy, help teach them right from wrong. Deliver us from toddlers, Lord, and teenagers as well Ensure they do not torture or traumatize the youngest excessively, Nor forget the middle at all. Please make the oldest helpful, obedient and productive, And move out when they turn eighteen. Please give them health…