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| Lake Michigan, 1995 (destined to never wear a two-piece again) |
I've but blinked, or so it seems,
and all is quieter, echoes of vibrato
and guitar stings grow faint.
Just a blink
find brush -n- pen no longer tickle
early morning's light.
Close my eyes,
remember days together,
when youth had us three in her hands.
Blink
find I'm left behind, needed by others,
yet my heart breaks a little
as you don't look back.
Love Always,
Mom
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| 2014 |
My two oldest are in college and our house is much quieter. Different. I still have four at home and they keep me hopping. With each child, I will feel a loss, I know it.
Yet, I am just as excited to watch them becoming young adults, following their passions…
I took the two oldest and my youngest to visit their grandparents (see them in upper left hand corner? ) in Florida over spring break. I so enjoyed hearing my son sing and watch my daughter draw on the beach. My son is studying Drama and my daughter is majoring in Scene Design.
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday - Postmark: Poetry!"
For the month of April, I am participating in NaPoWriMo2014 or National Poetry Writing Month. The website is HERE.
In celebration of this year's challenge, I will be giving away a free book of my poetry. If you are interested in participating in this drawing, please click the red logo at the top of my side bar and leave your name and a means to reach (blog, email, etc) you in the comment section.
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