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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Thursday, February 10, 2005 Lions, Tigers and HAMSTERS..... oh my I have been sick. Very sick...acute bronchitis (as opposed to ugly bronch...
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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 6, 2005 Death It is in living that we march slowly towards the finish line that we all face and it is in the small moments ...
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.