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We are all flowers…our seed planted long ago…

inside our mother’s womb…where we begin to grow.

Until we grow so big and long and round…

It’s time to leave the womb…to be planted on the ground.

Where, now a whole world to explore, all that extra room

with our parents love we continue to grow…until the day we bloom.

Then one day (with flowers this usually comes as a complete surprise)

one flower meets another flower…and their colors synthesize.

Their stems and leaves and petals tingle…their flower hearts begin to soar…

and each flower feels a little more beautiful then they ever felt before.

Knowing their flower love is forever…they can’t help but dance and sing…

It’s as if time is suspended…and they’re in a constant state of Spring.

They hope to spend the rest of their flower lives together…

their love to the all the other flowers is well-known.

Why, they even create new flowers…a little garden of their own.

But such is the nature of flowers…though they’d love for their life to extend

they are fragile little creatures who never know when their days of Spring will end.

 
When one flower’s time is up…the flower left behind stands by

and remembering their times together…will smile, laugh…and cry.

And for a while that remaining flower is as lost as any flower can be…

knowing the flower they were meant to spend their life with…

is now a treasured memory.

Moved to a garden in their heart…where other flower memories grow…

to be bathed by showers of their tears …and nourished by their laughter’s glow.

And for that remaining flower…not a day will pass…

when they don’t tell all the other flowers in the world….

to please enjoy life while it lasts.

For they know even if it only lasts a little while…

from the depths of the deepest ocean…to the land…and to the moon and stars above…

Nothing is as precious or as cherished…or as beautiful…

as a little flower love.

I am grateful for knowing something 

I wish the world would know

How every baby 

is born with a need for love…

and is something we never outgrow.

May we be blessed to understand…

whatever it is that has torn us all apart…

It matters not how or why or when….

love is the only force strong enough to 

to bring us back together again.

When they were young they had big dreams…how old…together they would grow…

of the things that they would do…of the places they would go.

They dreamed of a kind of happiness neither of them alone ever knew.

They dreamed of being surrounded by friends and family…perhaps a pet or two.

One of the dreams they had that began all those years ago…

was of the perfect house…their ideal bungalow.

They even made a list of everything in their dream house they hoped to see

then set the list aside when they started a family.

But every now and then they’d take it out and through that list they’d comb…

remembering all the things they thought…would make a happy home.

They never built their bungalow…because they came to understand

life, despite their best intentions…doesn’t always go as planned.

But they were happy in the house where they raised their family…

they love their house…the two of them insist…

and when they look at that paper these days they realize…

they’ve achieved everything on their list.

If you ask them now they will smile and tell you their story…

without a whisper of a doubt…

how the house they’ve lived in all their life…

became the home they dreamed about.

When I was young and was sure there was a monster ‘neath my bed

after checking…my mom would assure me, ”There’s nothing for you to fear.”

Then she’d hold my hand and smile saying, “Don’t worry dear…I’m here.”

“I will be here as long as you need me…don’t worry your little head…

I will be here sitting next to you…to fight any monsters ‘neath your bed.”

I remembered those moments years later when she began misplacing things…

sometimes not knowing who I was…

when I saw the confusion on her face…because that’s what Alzheimers does…

I learned to cherish the times she knew me…

knew who she was…and then…

to enjoy every moment…when she was my mom again.

I never knew if her Alzheimers would be in control…

or if that day she’d be released

for that is the heartbreak of this disease…the nature of the beast.

There were times she could sense my worry…and she tried to ease my fear…

She’d take my hand…smile and say, “Don’t worry dear, I’m here.”

But this disease is unrelenting…at first making only small demands

willing to let her have her moments…while patiently waiting to take command.

On the days she didn’t recognize me…I’d try to hide my tears….

when she’d come back, take my hand and say, “Don’t worry dear…I’m here.”

When she was lost to me forever…when I could no longer hide my tears

I would take her hand in mine and place my lips next to her ears…

“Don’t worry, Mom.” I’d whisper…”There’s nothing for you to fear….

Wherever you have gone to…Don’t worry, Mom…I’m here.

“I will be here as long as you need me.” I’d say as I sat upon her bed.

“I will be here sitting next to you…to fight any monsters in your head.”

I am grateful that my life is overflowing with wonderful memories 

of people I still love, cherish and adore….

Memories that help me fill the empty spaces with joy

when those people, sadly, are no longer with me anymore.

How blessed would we be if before the final reading of our wills

we would have all mastered these two important skills…

The first one should be easy… 

learning how to love everyone…

wouldn’t that be great

The second is a little more difficult …

learning…how not to hate

I believe whatever entity created us…created us out of love

and meant for that same love to to be our destiny…our fate.

because I can’t find it in my heart to believe a loving creator

would be so cruel as to place us upon this Earth to hate.

I believe we all have the capacity to love…it’s with us from the moment of our birth…

like how we appreciate and love all the beauty our creators placed upon this Earth.

The animals, the mountains, the rivers…the valleys, the flowers, the trees,

the sunrises, sunsets, rainbows, the butterflies, the bees.

We love the Earth and all her wonders so much…we even call her Mother…

but our problems lie when we refuse to expand our love…out to one another.

Many of us have created a space for the people we love …a safe and comfortable little box. 

The dilemma occurs when we refuse to let our love grow outside of our box.

We are not meant to box our love away…not meant to put up walls around us.

Our box should be the entire world and all the people who surround us.

Love is meant to flow freely everywhere…that is the way our creators designed it 

It is only humans who are confused…and try hard to confine it.

If love is meant to flow throughout the world…then our actions need to be corrected

it’s up to us as humans to tear down these walls of hate we have so arbitrarily erected..

It won’t be easy as these walls we’ve built are strong and meant to keep us all apart.

and because it takes generosity, mercy, love, understanding and time to change a bitter heart.

But it can be done…it must be done…if a kinder, gentler, more loving world we want see

If we ever want to become the people…our creators hoped for us to be.

No matter how long it takes…we must tear down these walls of hate…

but….when I think of the new world we can build…

it will be worth he wait.

I’m grateful that I have known

the love of my family

my friends

my wife

which has helped me understand

how vital love is to a life.

How important it is for us to love everyone

like they’re our sister or our brother…

because we’ll be remembered most when we’re gone

not by how much we have…

by how much we have loved one another