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All the Time

I close my eyes and dream of you 

I dream of all that we’ve been through 

And I know I never will and never have

Loved anyone as much as my heart cries out

Every day every hour every minute 

For you

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My Grandfather

When I was but a child
I would sit enraptured at the knee
Listening so very earnestly
To what my grandfather would say to me

So many stories he would share
Of life – how it was when he was young
I would hear tales about macaroni shells
And how they grow outside on trees

Stories about children growing up
Silly mistakes that they would make
And I knew to never take most things he said
Very seriously, because he might just be kidding me

For a sense of humour he did have
He could make me laugh when I was feeling sad
Lighten the air with only a smile or hug
And I do so miss him now very much

Not all his words were humorous jokes
For wise thoughts he would also share
Warning me that growing old
Is not for the faint-hearted, one must be strong

People fill our hearts with stories they tell
Infuse our vision with their lives and their love
And one day we find they have been taken from us
Leaving only memories as a faded note

That they lived and we loved them
For a short while they were alive as we are now –
Our own stories will touch younger hearts
As our hearts were touched when we were young

Grandpa

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Impressions

It took three years and then some 

To pull me down 

Destroy 

Make me less than 

Unworthy

Unloved.

My impression is that 

Truthfully 

It was all about him.

It took one encounter 

To lift me up 

Encourage 

Believe in me 

And see my smile

My truth 

My worth.

My impression is that 

Thankfully

It is all about us.

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