Sweet Goodbyes

It’s dark now, the kids have gone. As I look around the room, remnants remain of evidence they came ~ toys lay on the floor that won’t be played with anymore. Kids grow, they move away, but now and then they come again.

The rooms lighten up again with laughter and busyness. Toys are brought out for grandbabies to play, the giggles are delightful.

Time is up, bags are packed and off they go again ~ taking with them our hugs and well wishes.

If only kids could stay, but they’ve grown and must go on their way to the adult life they’ve made. We smile with pride and say good-bye as our Love goes out the door.

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Love Goes Out The Door

It’s dark now, the kids have gone. As I look around the room, remnants remain of evidence they came~ toys lay on the floor that won’t be played with anymore.

Kids grow, they move away, but now and then they come again.

The rooms lighten up again with laughter and busyness. Toys are brought out for grandbabies to play, the giggles are delightful.

Time is up, bags are packed and off they go again ~ taking with them our hugs and well wishes.

If only kids could stay, but they’ve grown and must go on their way to the adult life they’ve made.

We smile with pride as our Love goes out the door.

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As well as Peabea’s Photography Patch you can find me over at Peabea Scribbles each Sunday for Sunday Scripture Blessings Link Up. Come share a scripture. And each Tuesday for Pictorial Tuesday Link Up for sharing of your Photography. Come share what you’ve been shooting. 🙂 In addition to those link ups, I just scribble about most anything.

If Only In My Mind

 IF ONLY IN MY MIND

Missing You 💔 

 The beauty that surrounds me happens slowly with time stitching together all the colors The hues The glows That make up a wonderful life If only in My Mind

The curtains blow
The songs sound
The instruments play
The children laugh
If only for a day, they have set my heart aglow 
This thing we built 56 years ago
The musician, the man
The individual being that is so worn now
The weary tired lines
The pain he ignores
The one and only that I’ve adored 
It can’t go on
It can’t continue
But each minute, I carry within me
The beauty, the glow that surrounds me
If only in My Mind

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