Dear children of mine, most near, some all too far away,
I love you each so dearly. I adore everything about you, all that you were, everything you are and will love all the more as I watch who you become.
It was hard to let go that first time others wanted to hold you as you lay a precious baby in my arms.
It was hard to let you go that first day of school. I suppose every school year has been the same for me, is that so hard a concept to grasp?
It was hard to let you go when you left home to begin a life on your own and only hoped the training up years had been enough.
And if I have not said it enough, I love you with all of my being. May passion be the wind that continues to lead you through your days.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
About Me
- Pink Rambler Ramblings
- Me - Who and what: a woman overflowing with ideas and a need to put them into words. Why - For me to express. To share with others. Everything from very personal to random. Comments welcome and appreciated. Join my world.
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