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Monday, January 20, 2014

Oh-Dear-Child-Of-Mine~

 She plays from another room (I see fire) on her acoustic guitar-a song from Ed Sheeran.It makes me want to write wholeheartedly with every string picked and strum-with hand over chest and pressing heart-oh... the powerful movement more over and beyond perfect words I could ever explain-oh-dear-child-of-mine.
  She turns seventeen tonight and oh...how I'm not ready of the years coming in letting her go.
It is for me like time standing still and looking through an hour glass~
Nothing has passed but the newness I no longer smell.I see things with yesterdays mind so vivid I could reach out and touch it~
Oh...dear-child-of-mine-how I love you~

Mom.xo

One day you'll find me-
here~


 

2 comments:

  1. What a most beautiful post Dee. I can feel all your love for her oozing from every pore. Give that girl a big birthday hug for me. And take one for yourself as well Don't we all just have so much to be thankful for in this old 3D world!

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  2. Yes-my-friend-we-do......have much to be thankful for~
    Thank you for the hugs.I send them back to you from BC~

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