My grandmother taught me the survival skills for life. Stay strong, don't break, keep going, smile, believe in all you do, gardening is life, finish what you start and that every hello sooner or later has a goodbye attached. I think most people who cross our path bring something to the table, maybe some more than others. But my father would have disagreed with the Goodbye ...he always ended with I'll be seeing ya.
It's just another day,
in the seasons of our life,
passing in away
that seems to take out the light.
Feelings are mixed
confused some might say,
but it took a lifetime
to feel this way.
~
Whispers of life
short as they may be,
tell the story
for another day.
Weep not
though skies are gray,
as tomorrow brings
hope our way.
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