I was talking to my mom yesterday on their patio, I felt at peace, yet sad in a way that I am "all grown up". She remarked how time sure does fly..we were looking at a piece of cement that was marked by my dad and grandpa--1995...
Being a child, playing on this very spot
Dolls, bikes, fun galore
I stand here with my mother, and look at her face
It is the same that it was back then
Only more lovely
Time and emotions have made her my friend
I stand in silence, the wind carresses my face
One day I will be standing here with my child
And maybe she will be in wonder of me...
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-04-10 at 18:17
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Silent Wonder
Standing on this patio, memories flood my mindBeing a child, playing on this very spot
Dolls, bikes, fun galore
I stand here with my mother, and look at her face
It is the same that it was back then
Only more lovely
Time and emotions have made her my friend
I stand in silence, the wind carresses my face
One day I will be standing here with my child
And maybe she will be in wonder of me...
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-04-10 at 18:17
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