21. 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.
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.
Yes it touches to my heart.
As we are the parents who do this for our children to make them strongest on earth.
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My little shadow, my little shadow, my little shadow and me
My little shadow was always one step behind, you see
My little shadow with her long blonde flowing hair
No matter how many times I looked, my little shadow was there
How True, Enjoy that little shadow that is sure to leave you one day!!!!
If your lucky like me they will have a shadow you can enjoy!!!
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You are in my thoughts every step of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you're happy or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.
That was a beautiful poem. It put a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. It still amazes me that I still look at my daughter now at age 45 as I did the day she was born. My daughter also...
Give mother a hug
Father a kiss
The time has come
We have talked about it
My life is changing.
The life that I've had,
It's changing forever,
But no need to be sad.
Nice thoughts in your poem, Dana.
It is amazing the influence that so many people end up having on us during our life journey.
It's hard sometimes, when people are changing their lives
To understand each other or even talk
You are struggling right now for independence
God gave us our children, not to control them but to bring them up in the way they would go - not necessarily our way. It is a very sad thing when that happens to you. It has happened to...
I don't know what you're going through,
But I hope you understand,
I'm just trying to be your mum
And give you a guiding hand.
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?
The Good old days were the Best of all which it is just too bad that they're all gone today.
Famous Poem
The mother soothes her mantled child
With incantation sad and wild;
A deep compassion brims her eye
And stills upon her lips, the sigh.
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
And trust that she'll take the right path.
I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.