when she was born, she was the star of sweetness,
the warm light of heart, the spectrum of every possibility
the entire world revolved about her angelic whispers
and her bold cries squalled into the world yet to be known
who would ever imagine she’d grow
into such a beautiful dreamer, thinker, creative force
yet, the world is heavy and the sky, full of holes
and she has much to learn on flying alone
Take care,
Sherry
I think of my twin granddaughters who will be 12 in June.
-gene.
Cheers,
Dan
Ch'erie
But, on more objective musing, if this is a Petra Pan, then perhaps she will forever continue to fly solitary, protected by her dreams and the denial of the actuality of fear and danger around her. And, if this is a Cinderella who is not unaccustomed to hardships and forces out to bring her down, then she will already know that she is already raised to Princess-status purely on the grace, beauty, strength and goodwill invested in her by others. Such a one can never be or even feel alone. And her teachable spirit and humility of mind and soul will rise protected on the warm currents of air she knows to be supplied by the love and tender feelings afforded to her by words such as these. Personally, I love this write. Thank you. xx
a tender write, jude.
be well,
carolyn
Be always safe,
Karen
ET
Carmen
I'm not a father--just feel their pain.
Ron
This is absolutely stunning. Much love and warm emotions are found in your words. Letting go of our children is difficult, because we always want to protect and watch over them. But with that letting go, that child becomes free to find who they are and make a difference in our confusing and scary world. If we did our job right, they will find their way with out too many bumps. I feel that you did your job well.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Then, they grow, and daddy becomes the crutches that they don't need anymore.
Thanks for the memories.
Georg
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