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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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To my Daughter, Cara Theme: write a poem for Christmas morning for someone to find in the toe of their stocking. Someone real. Mom, dad, your child, spouse, sibling, partner, best friend or grandparent. Be real, honest and make them smile. Write from your heart. Show emotion! (And then consider actually doing this! Did it one year for everyone. Happy tears and the highlight of the morning!)
Words to use: Their first name or mom etc.
Forbidden words: the, of, for, to, you, me, my, we, with, from .... only kidding....use whatever words express your heart.
Additional parameters: rhyming or not, Min 24 lines of love.
To my Daughter, Cara
What a year you've had,
how much you've grown.
I've watched as you've realized
that growing up is an ongoing process.
And yet, you've retained
the joy, the light, the curiosity
of the child you still keep inside.
Settling into new roles,
you have become:
you have evolved into wife
without losing girlfriendly aspects of yourself.
You've become a verb
in far many way than you think.
I'm so very proud of the woman
you are, the woman
you strive to be.
Even when we don't agree
I am so proud
of your thinking processes.
And can say, 'Fine. Be that way!'
and know it is right for you,
for the 'who' you are.
I love you, my funny, silly,
serious, determined, creative,
awesome kid. Who's not a kid
anymore, but will still always be.
To me.
Love,
Mom
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