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| New Tools Your journey and mine together not easy, but its helped us both in shaping who we are. And you have been by far the brightest little star... child of mine, one of my greatest dreams ~ Struck down a few times, in the dark, in the light... nightmeares in your mind, and mine... things given, not wanted... things taken, not right... I see how you fight, I feel your wounds as mine. New tools, not bright and shiny, Snap- On's there not... there is no cool hat. There tools for your heart, tools to repair your soul... I have watched you pick up all the tools and learn to use them, to help yourself grow... there tools for your life. Sometimes shy, sometimes bolder, at times wanting to die... now your a bit older, you keep going, keep looking... keep gathering. I could be sad for all thats happened... and I am ...but I dont dwell there, as I see your 'repairs' evident in the air... How can I posibly tell you how it feels to hear you dream again, my little friend, taller than I now... I watch intently as you begin to peer once again into life... I cry when your not looking, because I am so happy you can see again... I watch when you dont know, because I love to see you grow... at times to stand aside is the only way, this I understand... I listen to your dreams with wonder, truly a joy to entertain your thoughts. As a mother of many hats, I am very pleased to know, I have a front row seat to your show. |
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