
Learning to work for what I wanted rather than have it just
handed to me was that a taste of all the hard work I did over the course of so
many years? Eating what was on my plate if I liked it or not, was that a sample
of what I would endure trying to keep my children fed when times were hard?
Walking through the frozen winter woods, the quiet
surrounding me with a peaceful whisper. Was that my introduction to a walk-through
life where I had to listen more than I spoke?
Reflecting every chance, I got on the past was that or is
that a slide show I am to remember for all time or at least until I can’t see
the pictures as clear as I once could?
I will forever believe it was all drawn out while I was
seated beside my god who with one sweet breath sent me on my journey.
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