Liquid Heart

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Your eyes are sparklinglike your mama’s diamond ring,one hand wrapped ’round my fingerand one hand in the air.A giggle bubbles uplike an overflowing cup.Smile like a work of artmakes for mama’s liquid heart.

Benefit of the Doubt

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I know I’m s’posed to love my neighbor,but how’m I s’posed to love these strangers?I see their cars; they come and go,but the people I don’t know.So while I figure this one out,I’ll give the benefit of the doubtto these … Continued

Just Like They’re Doing Now

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A whole sanctuary of peoplethinking about the day they said their own vowson a day like today, just like they’re doing now.Or wondering how it will beand asking, “Who’s out there for me?”And we all know that love is beautiful.And also, … Continued

Happy Last Day

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Happy last day of being relatively sad!Your wedding’s tomorrow, and we’re all glad.Last day to be free of the joy to be foundwhen you let your heart be lovingly bound.

Your Job

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Your child is not a fashion show.Your job is not to keep her from ever crying.Your success shan’t be measured in how well she sleeps.Your child is a will and a soul.Your job is to show her how to be … Continued

Morning

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You could use a bit more sleep.I could use a bit more you.If I leave you alone to sleep real deep,will you wake up in a minute or two?I’m pouring coffee, frying eggs,I’m making up some toastfor breakfast with my … Continued

Not a Given

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The love of a familyis not a givenand a big extended familyis not a givenand a circle of friendsis not a given. Acceptance and understandingfrom those who talk and listen–I listen to others and notice,these things are not a given. And … Continued

Seam Ripper

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There she goes again, ripping out the seams. Doesn’t she know it will leave holes? I wish I could hold it all  together for her. She thinks she might be better off alone. Bits of thread lie scattered on the … Continued

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