For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a young woman holding a child wrapped in a white blanket, close to her bosom.
Dear Baby, I waited 40 long weeks to finally meet you and you are better than any one, little person I could imagine. You are perfect and although you will change a little every day for the rest of your life I want you to know that I love all of you, no matter what changes occur. I will love you for all you do and for those things you choose not to do, I will love you for all the good choices you make and all your mistakes, I will love you for your accomplishments and your failures, and I will love you because you are you and there will never be anyone like you again. Love Mommy
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They splashed in the turbulent waters and if Adam hadn’t known already that they were good swimmers, he would have feared for the lives of his dogs. He had named them Rain and Salt because, from the moment he brought them home, they had bounded into the lake behind his house within minutes of arriving. Now, in this hidden gem of a watering hole, he couldn’t keep them out. Adam knew he would have to wait until both dogs had tired themselves out before heading back to the car.
Beneath the bows of the old elm trees a road lies barren, an unused pass Where it leads is a mystery Like drops of dew on a looking glass Follow close and you might find the answers that you seek But stray away in the thicket’s patch And life’s long journey will be weak. forgive yourself for your mistakes for those were meant to be made Look ahead down the long dark path and your sorrow starts to fade Keep walking here and do not fear what is lying there in wait for only you control yourself your choices made by fate
Looking back now he saw an old man starting his life, on the road, in a van He travelled along, music playing out loud Humoring walkers, pleasing a crowd Along his long trip, he fell and he slid Making the best of all that he did When suddenly he knew there’s no time like now to take a bull by the horns, but he didn’t know how So he asked his dear wife to be honest with him And say how he did, and she looked at him grim She smiled and said that he’s getting too old People wanted a young man, brazen and bold They no longer enjoyed this man of old age It was time to recede, get off of the stage He kissed his dear wife and held her to him then they walked hand in hand, a new life to begin.
You only see my color not my insides, not my brain I pray that you will listen but my praying is in vain I’m worth more than you give me I’m worth more than you get I’m just another person How could you forget? When God put me before him I was a person with a heart But now that he’s not here I’ve had to find a place to start For God is with us always And it was in his plan To make us all remember It’s not the color, it’s the man.