21. A Mother's Question
How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.
How do I close the door to this space?
How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.
How do I close the door to this space?
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What happened to the good old days?
Back when my life was full of joy and happiness?
Back when my world was a beautiful place to live?
Back when people loved one another and everyone smiled?
The Good old days were the Best of all which it is just too bad that they're all gone today.
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A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop, out she came.
Yes it touches to my heart.
As we are the parents who do this for our children to make them strongest on earth.
Give mother a hug
Father a kiss
The time has come
We have talked about it
There comes a time in a young girl's life,
When she begins to start growing up.
It's a time when you need to let her go
And trust that she'll take the right path.
My bond grows stronger each passing year,
My love will never disappear.
From the moment you were born,
My heart is filled with joy, and you I adore.
With red hair, freckles and a peanut butter face,
He looks at his mama with wonder and wait.
Those brown eyes a shining and looking so bright.
Just waiting for her to say okay, go outside.
As a mother of three grown children, I identified with the writer.
It is such a bittersweet joy to watch your children run, play and imagine as they play.
Unaware that there are people...
Alone in my new garden where the swing set used to be,
I sat and tilled the fertile ground, preparing it for seed.
The patchy grass that used to grow between young feet at play,
Alas, to my new pastime in the dirt had given way.
This is sooo heartfelt. It takes me back to my days of raising my children. It's a good thing we have the memories, as that's the only way we can capture all the good days we had with our...
As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.
There were no action figures in this day,
I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.
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The mother soothes her mantled child
With incantation sad and wild;
A deep compassion brims her eye
And stills upon her lips, the sigh.