Before there was liberation
There was salutation,
Supplication,
Fear.
Before there was liberation
There was sadness
Mixed with joy
And some tears.
Before there was liberation
There was angst
Filled with worry,
Too much noise.
Still, with the liberation,
Sadness, tears and worry
Don’t depart
But now they’re voiced.
For my beautiful daughter.
Heart of my life,
One of the seven.
One of the world.
Unique.
For our children.
All children.
All unique.
All those things, but in the end, to learn that ‘connection’. Again, beautifully written momus. To learn to give is to learn to receive. x
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I’m still learning, Mark. Until the end.x
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Aren’t we all 🙂
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Was there ever greater agreement for truer words? We go on.x
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brought back the feelings I had when we sent our first off to university
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My mum once told me that your children are still children no matter their age or how independent they may become as adults. And that you love the one most who needs you most at any given time. I understand this better as mine grow and move on. University of life.
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Beautifully written! 😊💖👏
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Thank you for reading and your comment. And thanks for the follow.
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😊 you’re welcome!
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