A myriad of feelings plague my soul
as we wrap up my daughter weekend,
as I tend to think of it. We've spent
such precious time together, as well
as getting to share a couple of meals
with my grandson and his wife.
It bears reiterating . . . family is ever
and always precious, but as one grows
older, it becomes ever more so . . .
As I've always loved my family more
than life itself, it's hard to understand
how one could love them even more . . .
There are so many delightful ways
to say I love you . . . cooking their
fave meals, trying on each other's
clothes, telling tales out of school,
having a good cry together.
Me thinks the love of a parent towards
their children borders on the divine. I
imagine 'tis precious few times in life
that one even pretends to understand
divinity. Still, saying this brings about
the realization that parental love for
one's children is the closest we'll most
likely ever come.
gifts of the divine
understanding miracles
so beyond grateful
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