Today is Just another ordinary day!

Little Boys

Looking back is spent energy..Looking forward is growth

The tracks lead forward beyond past seasons
to the fields hope.

Yesterday's treasures, tomorrows faith and the courage
to journey and do it with the utmost of grace.

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I wanted to hold on to a joyous moment in my life and I remember ahhh the news that my first child was conceived. I remember a ton of mixed emotions. I loved work what was I going to do with a baby? Would I be a good mother? I had all the questions young mothers have today. Do I continue to work, who will raise the child? All that seemed trivial when the baby was placed in my arms. Not very unique I must say.I said ooooooh he is beautiful look his toes and fingers are perfect. Even with the difficult pregnancy there was such joy in that perfect little creation.
A child born is hope for the future!

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TrainsThe rush of the locomotive with its string of box cars following behind , powerful not only in its ability to travel with utmost speed but its repetitive sound that hums a calm which soothes a troubling disposition. The train’s song briefly replaces the sounds of sadness with its own music that has an eerie effect, one of sound and silence. Cruelty of fate held at bay as an extraordinary vision of peace cradles the moment longs enough to allow my heart to recharge. A tremor of joy exposed along a questionable path, one with out apparent reason.

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One moment of pleasure multiplied by the times my heart felt your love., your compassion, your attraction , your reaction equaled to know other emotion known to man.
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It recently occurred to me that my Great Aunt would be in her 80’s she outlived four sisters and 2 brothers and more friends then you can imagine. As I thought of the friends and family who had spent such a short time on this earth. I wondered was living alone as my Great Aunt had done for so many years a blessing or a punishment as the sadness of each person final time out, is like replacing a vase of flowers every week. I tried to see life from all perspectives, each person who we come in contact with left a gift behind. Then the selfish part of me appears and I miss and want more.
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My oasis of peace an tranquility battles the warrior of time that close in with each breath of day.