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Little boys
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Mixed metaphor Monday
The start of another week has come, one week closer to holidays. My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break. Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs? I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to…
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Love…
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Love…
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Family and friends
It’s a later night than what I usually have but I’m wide awake, thinking about the day. Possibly some of that is due to the coffee I partook in, along with the decadent Nanaimo squares, but I think it is more due to how full my heart is (and yes, okay, my stomach too!) I…
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Christmas concert
They stood up front Smiling with rouged cheeks and painted on noses, The reindeers and elves, Santa and Mrs. Claus too. Singing their hearts out, Shining like the diamonds They are to me and to you. Bouncing with pride When they see loved ones In the crowd Then cookies and the recap Another years tradition…
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Precipice of night
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Hands
Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…
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July 1st 2019
Another summer is finally here And with it the smell of campfire My children shriek As they run around Gangs of kids on bikes In twos, and threes, and fours They play until the sun falls behind the water if we would only allow it And grumble at bedtime Even though it’s hours after their…