As a mother immersed
in my daughter’s life:
I missed the joy
of budding maturation
glorious abandonment
happy times with forever friends.
Too busy making sure she
studied
dressed appropriately
reported in before curfew.
All those motherly duties
now gloriously abandoned.
Discovering through
observation instead of obligation:
momentous moments
sweet events,
delightful days.
Of my granddaughters.
SPEAK FOR THE LAND Temples of sacred rock Templates of sequestered ravines Treasures of seasonal ren...
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SPEAK FOR THE LAND Temples of sacred rock Templates of sequestered ravines Treasures of seasonal ren... -
Honoring Anne Frank's 90th Birthday Week with a view from her window in the Attic of her family's Annex hiding spot -
“Let’s sleep on the beach tonight!” It was a spontaneous moment. Three out of four of my grandchildren were eating their first dinner to...
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