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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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I wish I were a bear
Some days I’d like to be a bear Hibernate the winter away Staying snug in my den Until a warm sunny day Instead I’m stuck In a deep winter rut As the sun won’t shine As the cold air does cut I can deeply sympathize With those working outside In all kinds of weather With…
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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…
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‘‘Twas the night before Groundhog Day
The frigid temperature of the Canadian subarctic smacked me hard this morning. While one day closer to spring, the first day of February was not in anyway spring like in nature. It made me think about tomorrow. I wondered if Mr. Groundhog would see his shadow or not. And then as always, I fell into…
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Baby’s breath
Wednesday, the middle of the week. I feel like I’m on a conveyor belt sometimes, and wonder if I’ve missed my stop. Work, kids, home, obligations. Oops! Forgot to breathe. Tonight I watched a sweet little man sleep. No cares in the world, full little belly. Tiny little wrinkled face as his eyebrows moved in…
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Leap
An aching hole left behind A cavity of space Between what is and what was Change is never easy Uncertainty brutal and unkind I laugh at my own hesitation And do nothing But wait until my time More each day I realize how short Life is Fleeting A run with a stopwatch Off a cliff…
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Monday has been brought to you by caffeine
I found myself in that awkward spot today multiple times. You know, the place where your nostrils flare as you try to stifle a yawn, so you don’t look like a jerk who’s not listening. My sleep last night, while nothing to write home about, was probably the closest thing to 8 hours I’ve had…
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Thoughts about parenting at night after the children are in bed
I had no inkling Not a single clue Just how much children Could do to you One moment my life Went swimming along All by myself, Singing a song Worried about loneliness, But free as a bird I never thought I’d be surrounded by words Unceasing chatter, But full of delights They light up my…
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Picnic and a movie
We had a picnic tonight. Leftovers on paper plates on a used tablecloth- Princess Sophie, from Sam’s birthday in September. The children were excited and so grateful- a fun new way to eat supper on the living room floor. I put on a movie from my list of favorites as a child, and watched as…
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The dance
A faded corner in a crowd A silhouette without a face I look around for clarity But return empty from the chase The winter is cold and brutal My faith lacks for strength Each day drags with exhaustion No shortage in its length Some days last forever An eternity in a glance I close my…