Down by the Creek…#102




Down by the Creek…
The children and I walked by the creek where nurture’s canvas spread across the land. The children skipped and danced in the tall grass, paper and paints in hand. I could see in my mind’s eye an image of you as I stood looking where there is a bench engraved with your name. I watched the children laugh and dance, I knew that my life would never be the same.

The second image grew within my mind one that was lost to me, a death of a different kind. A mother’s love never changes, it never dies, and there is no bench with your name. I watch the children laugh and dance knowing that my life will never be the same.

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