A Child and then a Mother.
Who can watch my children every moment of everyday and hope for more.
A Woman and then a Wife.
Who can say to my husband that he is steadfast, and believe wholeheartedly that he is.
A student and then a teacher.
Hopefully to myself first, and then to my children.
A listener and then a friend.
Keeping words that feel so sacred, and yet so very healing.
A moment and then a lifetime.
Prayers are hoped for.
Words are spoken.
Dreams are lingering, and words are written.
Behind the walls you find me hoping.
There are ones who believe they will see through it one day.
Who will find the cracks in the foundation.
Praying that each day, will bring a new discovery.
That I will know that there is no end to free love.
While the waves wash over the ridges smoothing visible scars
My sons hug and my daughter smiles.
My Husband comes along side and watches the world with a different view.
In all this life there is a sigh of relief that all that is now is