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Autumn now prepares to take

her last breath, as she gives way

to old man winter, and so gracefully

accepts her short awaited death.

Her orange, red and brown tears

fall and blow gently to the ground,

leaving memories that only in

her lovely season can be found.

The squirrels and chipmunks

scurry to take her last fruit, and she

hangs her branches in sorrow as

she gives her final seasoned salute.

The cool air moves in and her warmth

no longer can hold us within the

beauty that she so lovingly prepared for

us all.

We rake her beauty into piles, preparing

to burn, as the children run and jump,

crunching into her old faded arms, still

our lovely Autumn, to them brings

the smiles.

With the smoke softly making its way

to the Heaven's, her ashes float

about, her last remains gone, as my

tears flow like satin ribbons.

With Autumn all put away, the memories

still tucked in our hearts to stay, we

tearfully say our goodbyes, as she takes

her last breath beneath the new winter

sky.

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My Dear Creator...

I have been afraid of feeling alone and finding my purpose once my son is gone.  But as it has always been, my hope is hidden in Your faithful friendship and Your call for me to move forward to do other things in my life.  Give me the strength to persevere to the very end, to open my heart and mind to where You are leading me.  And as grandchildren and great-grandchildren come along, please continue Your grace in my life to love them well and lead them to You.

 

Standing at the edge of the driveway, I found myself still waving. The moving van loaded and the car full of their valuable belongings, which also consisted of many of my household things. Things he grew up with. Things they need, but perhaps cannot fit the cost into their budget right now. Things I know they will enjoy more than I.

The car turns the corner, including my baby and his wife; they are now out of sight. They are so happy, and for that I am so glad. But inside my soul I suppress a strange fear and surrounding sadness. He had left before, but that was to join the Navy 9 years ago and I knew he would return, this was his home. However, today when I closed the car door with my son inside, I knew I had closed that door forever, a chapter in my life that had come to an end. Such a wonderful loving chapter that seemed as life itself.

But when I face this closure, I need to remember this: Throughout the many stages of life and growth, God never closes the door without opening a window. My life is full of many wonderful things and although these things will never replace the many splendid years I spent raising my son, and the last seven years that I have been blessed with his wife in our home as well. New things will fill this void and make this new chapter of my life beautiful, rewarding, and just as fulfilling.

I consider it an honor and a privilege to have raised my son, and to have been included in his and Amber’s love and life. I also love the fact that their new home is only a couple blocks over, I know that too will someday change.

Dear Son,

From my eyes the tears are falling as you moved away. I could not face the emptiness within my heart today. You are so young and carefree and as handsome as could be. But leaving home it is your time, and your bride and you must leave.

Trials and tribulations we have shared a time or two. But as I look down memory's lane we've shared our good times too. I know I haven't told you the words I couldn't say. How much of my love goes with you as you turned and drove away.

The time has now come and these words I need to say. I am proud of you, my son of who you are and what you do. I will be forever thankful for whatever makes you, you. May God grant your wants and wishes. May your sorrows be few. May you get to someday write a letter like the one I've written you.

Love Mom

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The sun peeped over the horizon and the young girl awoke.
She quickly donned her jeans, a sweatshirt and shoes and tiptoed outside.
Her family was still blissfully sleeping.
She loved early mornings best.
It was quiet. The birds were hardly even awake.
She got her trusty steed, a blue Schwinn bike, from the garage where it had awaited her arrival.
"Come on Blue," she whispered eagerly as she hopped on and started pedaling.
The air was cool and the breeze smelled sweet and clean as she pedaled onward.


She turned the corner down at the end of her block and rode down the bike trail that led to a small wood. At the center of the woods was a crude wooden teepee (tipi) that she had made herself out of small saplings, leaves, and vines. She dismounted her bike and pretended to tie it to a hitching post as if it were an Indian pony. Next, she braided her long hair into two braids and tied them with bits of string and looked around her teepee for the long bird feather she had found a few days before. Spying it, she tucked it into the top of one of her braids. She was now an American Indian princess. She called herself, "Morning Glory" for she truly loved the mornings. She loved the quiet stillness of the mornings. She loved being outside, by herself, with only God and her bike for company. She watched the birds and the rabbit that just hopped into view. It looked at her briefly, twitched it's nose, and was gone.


"Time to get to work," she said to herself. Getting a small shovel and a few packets of seeds from her teepee, she dug in the dirt behind her teepee and made a small flower garden. She carefully planted those seeds in the ground and carefully patted the dirt around them. In a month or two, she would have the prettiest flowers of any teepee anywhere.


Her tummy rumbled just then. She sighed, took the feather from her hair, put it back inside the teepee alongside the shovel and unhitched her pony/bike and slowly rode back home. The day had begun in earnest and she had to go home and eat her breakfast.

 

 

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You are my shadow, on the days I feel so alone
All I need do is look and see your shadow in my zone
You touch me gently, the warmth I truly feel
The breeze kisses my lips, like the kiss you would steal

I never feel deserted, you are always with me
All I do is think of you, and I am where I need to be
It seems somehow no matter what, you are in my mind
I never wish to lose that, I wish those ties that bind

You have touched my life like no other man
All I know is that I will love you the best I can
For me you will always be the one and only indeed
The one who is my shadow and the one I truly need

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Is this the dance of Evermore?
Is this our far reached distant shore?
Is this the cherished dream we both
have searched for?
Is the dance of Evermore?

Is this the beat that was missing
within our hearts?
Is this the sum of all our parts?
Is this the end to our fairytale?
Is this off into the sunset we sail?

Is this the dance of Evermore?
Is this the rhythm of love deep
within our core?
Oh whisper to me my love that
this is our dance of 'Evermore'.

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I am a totally
magickal being,
enthused with the spirit of god...
all light, love and wisdom
reside here within me
transforming my sentience to awe,

with thoughts of this wondrously
boundless creation,
and the nature of who's made it so.
for a trace of that power
yet lingers upon me;
as ember to flame, it will grow.

thus changing my being to similar spirit,
joined ever together, as one;
all faith and believing
empower my being.
and light waits to carry me home.

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