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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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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.

A Feeling of Failure.

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It feels like a kick in the gut.
A feeling of failure.
A feeling of defeat
Dejected and cast away.
What more could I do?

I tried everything I could think of.
Each and every day.
Still nothing works.

It feels like being trapped.
Can’t breathe, can’t move.
But still, you do all you can.
But nothing will work.

An ache in my heart.
My entire body falls to pieces.
Left on the ground as if none of it really mattered.

If You Were Here…

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If You Were Here...

 I just need to talk to someone.
There is no place safe to talk.
Who won’t judge and won’t be hurt by what I say.

I know if you were here, I could talk to you.
I know I would be talking to you now,
And so many other times before.
If you were here.

I need someone to talk to,
A safe place where there is no blame.
A place where I can be honest and 
A place where you won’t be hurt.
A place where I can say whatever I need,
And you will just listen
And no one will be hurt.

I need you, your voice, and your wisdom. 
If you were here.

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.

Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine

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Ghost of a Life That is Not Mine
What have I done wrong,
To keep me from your mind?
Forgotten and left aside,
A memory of one who came before.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet.
Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing.
Summers on the street, bikes and games and more.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.
 
My childhood lost in a daze
My Innocence long since forgotten
My memories fade away.

A ghost of a life that was not mine
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

42

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42, it rings in my ears at each age
Growing closer at each step
At age 11 it was a distant number
but now sitting at 41, the horror sets in.

An age that was once so far away,
now sits on my doorstep.
Will the same fate befall me?
Will my kids lose everything, all in one day?

One long dreadful day,
It felt like the sun would never rise,
and my heart would never mend.
The hole in my heart and
The despair that I would never
See you again.

All the things you missed.
All the times I needed you.
All the times I tell my kids.
Who you are, so they know,
And love you as much as I do,
But they will never truly know!

Oh, this horrid age,
The despair comes back and the fears.
Will my kids live without me,
As I lived without you.
A mother’s worst fear and a daughter's reality.

Until You

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Love was always a puzzling thought. 
An ideal that was absent for most. 
Love was something foreign in my mind. 
Love was lost to me until you. 

Until you, I had no idea what love was. 
Until you, I was selfish and self-centered. 
Until you, love was just an idea. 
Until you, I was selfish and self-centered. 
Until you, love was just a word. 

Love was a common work, But the impact of such love.
I had not known until you. 
You came into my world, 
You knew my voice. 
My heart filled with joy. 

Until you, I had no idea what love was. 
Until you, I was selfish and self-centered. 
Until you, love was just an idea. 
Until you, I was selfish and self-centered. 
Until you, love was just a word. 

You held my finger, 
And I knew love was. 

Happy 11th Birthday Baby

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The pit in my stomach never goes away.
I miss you, but I know you are in a better place.
As your birthday comes, each year I cry.
No matter what, I miss you.
No matter how many years go by, you will always be my baby.

42 Years Old

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Today is my birthday. I am 42 years old. 42 is an odd age for me. My mother died when she was 42. So remember tomorrow is not a guarantee. Live life as if it’s your last day. God said the greatest commandment is love. Don’t forget that!