Is my baby boy
bouncing, smiling, laughs galore
sweet, cute and cuddly
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Bend in Life
A glistening stone upon my hand
Attached to a ring which envelopes my left digit like a warm embrace.
A chosen path, a right of passage …or is it just a finger feeling trapped?
Reminders of my long gone past;
Single days of drunken splendor, swirling, dancing…no surrender.
I come to a fork in the road, a bend in life, a possible midlife crisis.
Should I go back down that inviting, familiar road well traveled?
Or continue forward down this chosen path, the winding road so unfamiliar.
Lights ablaze with offers of security, a soul mate and cherubescent offspring
With added perks of the sweet aroma of fruity shampoo on my toddler’s head;
Smiling faces, silly phrases, snuggly embraces…
Which cannot be traded in for the road well traveled,
They should be cherished, loved and remembered.
I choose to keep on keeping on…
To go down this still unaccustomed road which is really just less traveled.
Maybe with a little more mileage, it will start to become a little more familiar…
And thus more worn, amiable and well traveled.
Jessica Breneman - 2/13/09
Attached to a ring which envelopes my left digit like a warm embrace.
A chosen path, a right of passage …or is it just a finger feeling trapped?
Reminders of my long gone past;
Single days of drunken splendor, swirling, dancing…no surrender.
I come to a fork in the road, a bend in life, a possible midlife crisis.
Should I go back down that inviting, familiar road well traveled?
Or continue forward down this chosen path, the winding road so unfamiliar.
Lights ablaze with offers of security, a soul mate and cherubescent offspring
With added perks of the sweet aroma of fruity shampoo on my toddler’s head;
Smiling faces, silly phrases, snuggly embraces…
Which cannot be traded in for the road well traveled,
They should be cherished, loved and remembered.
I choose to keep on keeping on…
To go down this still unaccustomed road which is really just less traveled.
Maybe with a little more mileage, it will start to become a little more familiar…
And thus more worn, amiable and well traveled.
Jessica Breneman - 2/13/09
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