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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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The entertainer
Another day after a bad sleep. The little man in my life is getting worse not better. He seems to either be having separation anxiety or more likely, has discovered that mom and dad have a nice, soft bed that is nicer than his. So yawning my way through, we accomplished the day. I managed…
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The big picture
Everything changes but stays exactly the same. A constant repetition of days, variations on a theme. I think of composers who brilliantly altered the tune just enough to make the ear confused, but soothe it at the moment of distress. Nothing is static, life changes eternally. A loop of circumstances, circle of events. Dirt isn’t…
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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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Baby boy
The middle of the second week of the year, and I’m on overdrive again. Work, writing, kids, cleaning, laundry arghhhhhhg! Today was one of those days where I got so tired, my eyes showed me visions of sleep undulate before my eyes. A day where there just wasn’t enough coffee. Somehow, my list of stuff…
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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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Almost three
Wee winsome little one, Why are you so much work? Your charm masks your strong will, Your need to be the boss, Until someone else comes along, then you must have all the things, all the time. You share only on your terms, And say I love you when you’re in trouble You know just…