21. Red Hair And Freckles
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.
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Featured Shared Story
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... -
22. A Day In June
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.Featured Shared StoryThis 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...
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23. 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? -
24. My Little Man
My little boy is growing
Getting bigger every day
I fear it won't be long enough
Before I have to say -
25. Who Are We?
My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.Featured Shared StoryFor some of us, meeting our parents saved our lives. I'm sorry things got hard. It is definitely hard to look at yourself and wonder where your nose, eyes, etc. came from. It's difficult to...
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26. Letter To My Daughter
When I first held you in my arms,
You were so perfect and so small.
You are a full-grown woman now;
And I am proud, oh how! -
27. You Will Always Be My "Little Girl"
I don't know what you're going through,
But I hope you understand,
I'm just trying to be your mum
And give you a guiding hand. -
28. My Teenager Daughter
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. -
29. Ebony Curls
I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why. -
30. The Box
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, -
31. The Mother
Famous Poem
The mother soothes her mantled child
With incantation sad and wild;
A deep compassion brims her eye
And stills upon her lips, the sigh.
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