Poor Mom, you were such a cute little baby – but, boy what a pair of lungs you had.
At Christmas when we all got to sit on Santa’s lap – your little face got all screwed up and out came the yells and crying – as the photographer got the perfect shot for the newspaper’s front page.
Poor Santa Claus!
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Memories mindful of the wakeful sun shining through the leaves of trees.
Wind walking on tiptoe through the trees, finding pathways strayed from reason.Following dimensions of yesteryear, life begins fragrantly blossoming new ideas.Reaching up – picking those that are ripe.Looking down, toes scuffling through those of old, lying on the ground with age – over-ripened – yet, still containing the blessed age of wisdom.
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Images jumping, shouting, laughing, running – looking at them now, I see myself at play when I was younger and had no worries, because my parents did all the worrying for me back then.
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Withering demise penetrates my being on days of edgy behavior, calling forth images of horizons on the other side.
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