Monday, June 23, 2008


the days unfold as if they have a will of their own
we make our plans
or not
the children come
and go
we cut the strings
but there is something more
that keeps us tied
they hold our heart captive
even in denial
the lines are blurred as to where the parent
begins and ends
we watch the clock as if there will be a clue
as to when
there will be release
sometime later
or maybe never
so we love and give and cherish
even in captivity
and with a memory, a hug or a simple smile
joy is the balm that restores our strength

Paula English
Paragon Living Institute

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