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Simple life
Another day In another town Simple life Can’t get him down He walks around Assays the land Does his work With his own hand Smiles at the sun Across the field Waiting for The summer’s yeild A simple time And simple place Pride in a day’s work You can’t replace I look at my day…
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Everyday valour
Walking into a place you’ve never been Being the only one in the group to say no Knowing when to say yes Knowing when to let go Standing up when you see something that’s wrong or unkind Leveling the playing field so that everyone had a chance to play The courage in every day choices…
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Endless love
I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…
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Costume
This veil I wear is short and bleak And hides a bitter truth My colours aren’t vibrant or rare, My face not long of tooth I watch from behind this safe place In a costume of a sort While the world passes me by In a strange and unfamiliar sport My heart is firmly attached…
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Everyday magic
Why do I love writing? For the same reason that I love to read. In only seconds, I can fall through into a new world, far from whatever is going on around me. In a flash, I can be sailing on the ocean, Fighting pirates for the gold. I can be feeling the absolute devastation…
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Winter Sunday dreaming
The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…
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Goodnight
She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…
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So what I’m still a rock star
I’ve figured out that February is a hard month for my hair. Looking back every year around this time, I am overwhelmed with the need for change- but change is hard when you have responsibilities and people you care about sometimes. So, I’ve apparently been taking it out on my hair for many years. Usually…
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Warmth and silence
It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…
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Baby’s breath
Wednesday, the middle of the week. I feel like I’m on a conveyor belt sometimes, and wonder if I’ve missed my stop. Work, kids, home, obligations. Oops! Forgot to breathe. Tonight I watched a sweet little man sleep. No cares in the world, full little belly. Tiny little wrinkled face as his eyebrows moved in…