Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Below is a poem I just wrote. Inspired by my new, beautiful friend, Erika, and my sweet daughter, Lily.

For a moment today
I forgot
all that "needed" improving.

The growing pile of laundry
the nagging "to do" list

I forgot to care
whether I was on the right path
which direction I should go
or how I would get there

I simply pressed pause
and watched your tiny sunlit hands
pluck one dandelion
after another
until you had a perfect
sweet bouquet

then you skipped down the hill
while the angels sang
and my heart followed you
home


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