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A Love For Winter

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I can’t wait for this!

A Love For Winter

The wind howls fierce, a frozen bite,
The world outside, a canvas white.
Snow piles high, a drifted dream,
But inside, warmth, a cozy gleam.

The furnace hums a steady tune,
A counterpoint to winter’s moon.
I stir the pot, a savory scent,
A comfort that is heaven-sent.

My little ones, with rosy cheeks,
Sip steaming cocoa, soft and meek.
They build a fort of blankets grand,
A kingdom in this winter land.

I mend a tear, I read a book,
A gentle, loving, mother’s look.
Their laughter rings, a joyful sound,
The warmest feeling can be found.

Outside, the storm may rage and roar,
But love has locked our cozy door.
These precious moments, close and deep,
Are treasures that my heart will keep.

For in the giving, in the care,
A love so strong beyond compare,
I find a warmth that burns so bright,
A mother’s love, a guiding light.

The snow may fall, the winds may blow,
But in this heart, a fire will glow.
For family’s love, a precious art,
Keeps winter’s chill far from my heart.

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Whispers on the Breeze

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I write this poem with whispers on the breeze,
Of parents lost, too young to hold their knees.
Grandkids unseen, stories left untold,
A love’s sweet melody, forever on hold.

Though stars now hold them, distant, ever bright,
Their spirit lingers in the fading light.
In laughter’s echo, eyes that hold the sea,
A glimpse of them, forever lives in me.

We trace their features in each playful face,
The stubborn chin, the smile’s familiar grace.
In bedtime stories, whispered soft and low,
Their love unfolds, a seed begins to grow.

We build sandcastles where they walked the shore,
And sing the songs they hummed to me before.
Their absence hangs, a tear that won’t descend,
Yet in their memory, our love will transcend.

One Day at a Time

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One Day at a Time

The world spins round and round and round,
And I’m just trying to keep my feet on the ground.
But it’s hard, when all I feel is stress,
And I don’t know which way to turn next.

I’ve got bills to pay, and work to do,
And a family to take care of too.
But it’s all just too much,
And I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

I’m tired, and I’m stressed,
And I just want to scream.
But I know that won’t help anything,
So I just keep on going,
One day at a time.

I hope that one day,
Things will get better.
But until then,
I’ll just keep on trying to stay afloat.

I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up,
But I’m going to do my best.
Because I know that I have to,
For my family, and for myself.

So I just keep on going,
One day at a time.

Mom

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I miss your smile, your laugh, your touch.
I miss your presence, your warm embrace.
I miss your advice, your guidance, your support.
I miss your love, more than words can say.

I know you’re in a better place now,
But I still miss you every day.
I wish I could talk to you, just one more time.
I wish I could give you a hug, one last time.

But I know that’s not possible.
So I’ll just have to cherish the memories we made.
I’ll keep your love in my heart, always.
And I’ll never forget you, my dear mom.

I love you always and forever.

Being a Mom

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Being a mom is the best job in the world,
But it's also the hardest.
There are days when I feel like I can do anything,
And there are days when I feel like I can't do anything right.

But through it all, there is one thing that never changes:
My love for my children.

They are my reason for living,
And they make me laugh every day.
I am so grateful to be their mom,
And I would do anything for them.

I know that I am not perfect,
But I try my best.
I want to be the best mom that I can be,
And I know that I am learning every day.

I am so lucky to have my children,
And I will cherish every moment with them.
They are my everything.

Moving

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I have been holding onto this news for some time but now that most know about it, I can share it. We are moving to Evansville, Indiana. I will be leaving Creative Achievement Academy this week and starting to teach at Henderson Middle School sometime in July. While I will miss all of my students and co-workers, I am really excited to start this new chapter in my life. I will be teaching special education but this time I will be a math resource room teacher and an inclusion teacher. The idea is I help the math teacher and then I go over the lesson with my students in our resource room. Of course, I am nervous but I was nervous starting at Atlantic County Special services and I was nervous starting at Creative Achievement.

When my husband and I split, we lost the house. I couldn’t afford it on my own. I know my kids were sad because they had to give up their backyard and I felt like a failure.  When the kids saw the house and the backyard their faces lit up. I felt like a failure for so long because I could not give them their backyard and the popup pool they had in the past. I almost cried when we saw the house.

One of the main reasons for the move is to be closer to family but also things are so much cheaper over there then they are in NJ. My pay is comparable to what I am making now and our house is much less than this tiny apartment that I am renting.

So here it to a new chapter in my life!

The Only Job That Matters

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The only job that matters,
The hardest one of all.

Coaching, guiding, loving and caring for you.
Praying and hoping for your future.

How do I know if I am making the right choices
How do I know you are listening to my words, my advice.

Why do I feel like I am failing?
Why do I cry for your future?

The only job that matters,
The hardest one of all.

Coaching, guiding, loving and caring for you.
Praying and hoping for your future.

MOM

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Each spring day I think of you. 
I wonder where life would have taken us. 

I wonder if we would have fought through my teen years.   
Is this image of you that rolls around in my head true? 
Or just the memory of a girl who lost her mom. 

Would you be here for my kids? 
Do you watch us from above? 
Are you proud of me or did I let you down? 

Each day that goes by, I remember you less. 
Only through photos are my memories clear. 
Each day that does by, your voice fades more. 

I wonder where life would have taken us. 
How different would life be if you were still here? 
Is the dream in my head true of just? 
Or just the wish of a girl who lost her mom.