Monday, January 20, 2014


 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 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~


One day you'll find me-



  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!

  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~