Pocket Full of PosiesAshes, Ashes, we all fallShort.Every single night, every single night, I feel sorrow for words spoken too harshly,for a child's sadness that was not tenderly validated,for the omission of love that should've been given more freely.Some days I do betterand some days I fall short again,and again.But the next day,
I get up to dance again.
I loved that.ReplyDelete
I love YOU!ReplyDelete
makes me smileReplyDelete
Just last night, Troubletron said, "No one plays ring around the roses any more."ReplyDelete
I know that was not the point of your post, but I thought it an odd coincidence.
Keep dancing. Each new day has a different tune to try a new move.ReplyDelete
Dance on, dancing girl. You just can't lose.ReplyDelete
Amen. Fifty four and still dancing.ReplyDelete
I'm with Claudette, keep on dancing!ReplyDelete
We love dancing over here!ReplyDelete
Well put Katy. I feel the same way all too often. I haven't seen your parents yet, but I can't tell you how much of a comfort it is in knowing that they are here. Hopefully we will be able to meet up this week sometime. I love you tons and only wish I had been here when you were.ReplyDelete
Parenting is trying at the best of times. We do the best we can and I'm sure our children love us regardless, we are only human.ReplyDelete
Beautifully written. I feel the same way. *sigh*ReplyDelete
(I've been reading you for about a month now. Love your blog, thank you for sharing.)