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A poem is a gift..............

This poem was sent to me last night from a friend I consider a "sister". The words, so eloquent and true. The words I aspire to truly sink in, down to my bones ......life is a precious dance between needing others and being self sufficient. Such is life........
Comes The Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
Today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ….
With every goodbye you learn.

-Veronica A. Shoftstall

my sisters...xoxo

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