21. A Mother's Question
How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.
How do I close the door to this space?
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22. What Happened To The Happy Days?
What happened to the good old days?
Back when my life was full of joy and happiness?
Back when my world was a beautiful place to live?
Back when people loved one another and everyone smiled?Featured Shared StoryThe Good old days were the Best of all which it is just too bad that they're all gone today.
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23. A New Beginning
A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop, out she came.Featured Shared StoryYes it touches to my heart.
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24. Leaving Home
Give mother a hug
Father a kiss
The time has come
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25. A Young Woman
There comes a time in a young girl's life,
When she begins to start growing up.
It's a time when you need to let her go
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26. My Teenager Daughter
My bond grows stronger each passing year,
My love will never disappear.
From the moment you were born,
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27. Red Hair And Freckles
With red hair, freckles and a peanut butter face,
He looks at his mama with wonder and wait.
Those brown eyes a shining and looking so bright.
Just waiting for her to say okay, go outside.Featured Shared StoryAs a mother of three grown children, I identified with the writer.
It is such a bittersweet joy to watch your children run, play and imagine as they play.
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28. A Day In June
Alone in my new garden where the swing set used to be,
I sat and tilled the fertile ground, preparing it for seed.
The patchy grass that used to grow between young feet at play,
Alas, to my new pastime in the dirt had given way.Featured Shared StoryThis is sooo heartfelt. It takes me back to my days of raising my children. It's a good thing we have the memories, as that's the only way we can capture all the good days we had with our...
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29. The Box
As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.
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30. Ebony Curls
I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.
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