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the boy next door
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I lived next to him from the day I was born.
In 1971, two years after my mom died, my father remarried...and we moved away. From fourth of five, I became ninth of eleven.
In the fall of 2008 (with aching heart) I went to pay my final respects to his dad, "Big" Ray, father of ten. Who could have known that--some thirty years later--another parent's death would bring us together and change the course of our lives? This then is my visual-poem-blog to him and to love. All love.
- Added on: Aug 5th, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Mary Shields
- Listed in: Relationships Womens
- Tags: love Heart relationship soulmate life stories finding
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Love is a river. Drink from it. ~ Our music master, Rumi
Love is a river. Drink from it. ~ Our music master, Rumi...
"Hey. You need to go to the store. Look at this month’s issue of Body & Soul magazine. And..."
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Your gorgeous daughters. They take after their dad, whose a...
Your gorgeous daughters. They take after their dad, whose a looker too....
Without cause God gave us Being; without cause, give it back again.
Love is reckless; not reason. Reason seeks a profit. Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering, Love proceeds like a millstone, hard surfaced and straightforward. Having died of self-interest, she ...
A Walk in the Woods
A Walk in the Woods...
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseemp...
