Where is mom ? She's gone you say.
You believe people disappear
"There's no one there after death,"
Let me put to rest your fear.
Look all around you, little girl.
Look at that familiar face
and your hair with natural curl
you've her poise and grace.
She's in my love of a Boulder sky
or when I hear a piano playing Chopin.
My trust in a Doberman's brown eyes
is because of her love for a dog named Rodin.
These things are part of mom - a legacy..
She planted values, love, and a dream.
Those things will always be with us.
It was her goal, her plan, her scheme.
MJC
Copyright August 2007
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About Me
- Portia Micello
- IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT ME -- BUT IT IS ABOUT HOW I HANDLE THE CHALLENGE...how i continue to grow, contribute, create and let my mind and talents develop without endangering anyone else. Do I have children --- yes -- 3 biological and they all have symptoms, but they are dealing with some of the symptoms -- very successfully. Forunately none is full scale BDI, Rapid Cycling.
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