• A Morning Lullaby

    July 23, 2017

    I woke up this morning and missed you Oh so dear I then looked to the sky and saw that the moon was sitting quite near Next to moon there hung a star That began to twinkle and blink As if the crescent moon Was your smile And with starry eye, you winked You’ve worked…

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  • Smallest of Wings

    July 16, 2017

    Those smallest wings appeared in a blur of sweetness. Sheltered in tenderness and bliss. Oh so tiny and oh so sweet you long to spring free to warm skies. You were released from loving embraces. The yearning to climb higher to mountains flourishes.   Fly high little bird on those smallest of wings. Swing to…

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  • A Love Letter to You on Valentine’s Day

    September 22, 2016

    Dearest ___________________, (your name here.) Happy Valentine’s Day to you. I am sending you this note because I wanted to remind you that you are loved. I know, deep down, you know that, but sometimes it gets so easy to forget. On those days when your patience is thin, your temper is high and you…

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  • Still I Stand

    June 2, 2016

    By Jennifer Hill I stand still…      deep breaths,      small steps,      moment by moment,      they say. I stand still…      a new life ends,      a new normal begins,      a new life within. I stand still…      Will tomorrow come,      and ease my sorrow?      Yesterday was gone too fast.…

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  • A Real Mom

    June 2, 2016

    Guest Post by Leslie Matteson A real mom is made of more than what is done on Earth. A real mom carried life, even if they never gave birth. A real mom might swing her child or pull them in a cart. A real mom might have only carried her child in her heart. A real…

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  • I Liked the Other Boxes You Played in Better

    June 24, 2015

    Today I carried the heaviest thing a mother is ever asked to carry— Down the aisle of the longest path I’ve ever been asked to walk— From the back to the front of the church where we sang songs of praise together just days before, you sitting snugly on my lap. My steps, like old woman…

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  • Three.

    March 6, 2015

    He is three today. Somewhere, somehow. His hair is dark and long and his laugh is loud. And his eyes are molten chocolate, just like hers. And he lets her help blow out his candles and she sings ‘Happy Birthday’. He laughs because she is little and he is grown and she doesn’t know the…

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