Happenstance demands love, craves attention
like a puppy seeking the hand of a child
joy fights its way into my heart
penetrating walls still
standing from
age old
loss
And the Light dances on, easing tension
moving me toward You
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004 The best early Present I have ever received: (A letter from my mom in e-mail box today) (yes, this is me.) ...
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005 Main Entry: as·ton·ish Pronunciation: &-'stä-nish Function: transitive verb Etymology: probably from ea...
happy to read this..
ReplyDeleteOhhh Christina, I am so happy for you. This poem makes me know that you are truly enjoying being a Mom. Excellent poem...excellent poet.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Mom
:)
ReplyDeletexoxo
ps patiently waiting for the plane story... hope you can find the time.