Always the winter breeze
the sweet sunshine
Always the love of family
the emerald moonlight shining through my window
Always the baby learning how to smile and walk
the tiny new little feet hitting the wooden floor
Always waking up combing my hair then brushing my teeth
the sweet minty glimmers of white
Always the safest place to go
the innocent sweeps my mind
the bad dies and fades away, always
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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