Million in Bits

If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

If I had a million dollars I’d give it away bit by bit.

I’d find all the struggling people and through them I would sift.

Some to the homeless so they could pay someone rent.

Some to the veterans who have earned every bit.

Some to the battered women and children for all the hell they have lived.

Some to the hungry for meals they never should have missed.

Some to the animal shelters for the pets to live.

Some to my children so that they to can give.

Some to the teachers for their bravery and strength within.

Some to Emergency workers that save lives from an end.

Some to my husband for the things he never did.

Some to the cancer research that gave my brother a chance to live.

If I had a million dollars I would stretch it so the world could win.

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Just a Little Brokeness

I heard something today that hit me like a chill to the bone.

We are all just broken people trying to make it home .

It was like a click or a connection to all those I have or haven’t known.

Isn’t this the truth through this broken land we roam.

We carry our weight in burden that isn’t ours to own .

Why do we choose the broken path with the steepest roads

Wouldn’t it make more sense to find strength in all the brokenness and build an earthly church of faith and stones.

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But she flew

She flew in her moment .

Soared like the wind.

Feet never left the ground.

Her heart went round and round.

Arms stretched wide as the ocean.

Mind gaped open from within.

Her moment will live a lifetime.

The view will forever be thine.

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Danced anyway

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

Suits and ball gowns fill the room

My Sunday best just wouldn’t do.

Whispers and chatters all around .

I felt beautiful like a queen with her crown.

Who’s wearing what and they got it from where?

I found my little treasure second hand somewhere.

Out of place for sure like sandals in a foot race.

But the music was mine so I danced in its grace.

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Survivalist

What skill would you like to learn?

To be one with mother nature .

A test of mental endurance for sure.

Building a fire with my bare hands .

Surviving off what’s left of God’s land.

Pushing past the hidden pain and fears.

Truly finding myself after all these years.

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But wait just wait

What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

Time is of the essence.

So much to be done .

I can’t slow down for seconds .

Through this day I must run.

If I could just breathe in .

Take in the view around.

I would see the beauty within.

So many things I’ve never found .

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1st to 21 st

Seems like only yesteryear I cradled you in my arms .

I remember this strange feeling that took over my passive heart.

Suddenly I was a savage if danger was in the air.

No harm would come to you as long as I was there.

Year after year I’ve walked with you step for step.

There have been  moments I was frightened but for you I found the courage to protect.

I lost sight of my humanness, and super -mom was engraved across my chest. 

Now you are 21 and the feeling is still there.

I will be anything I need to be to keep you from despair .

You will always be my baby no matter your age .

As long as there’s a breath in me , I’m a beast and your the cage .

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I love you Austin!

Fail or fly but Try

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

When  I did all I could do and my brain  reached it max .

I know I worked my hardest and delivered all I had.

Even if I fall again and again I do it with stride.

I sleep  easy that night because atleast I know I tried.

Fulfillment in my duties comes with a great pride.

Some days I may fail but others I just might fly .

My head meets my pillow and I give a little sigh.

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168 hours

Describe your ideal week.

One hundred and sixty eight hours is what lies ahead .

Alarm goes off and I hit snooze until finally no more snoozes are said .

Coffee makes its self and aromas fill the air .

Face goes on , car goes in drive until I am there .

Work begins and everyone wins

The people are gracious and kind within.

Lunch is just right no matter the choice .

Coworkers follow the sound of my voice.

Time to clock out I give a good shout

Dinner is ready no complaining allowed.

Repeat , rejoice , thank God for this day .

24 hours six more times and this week will have gone away .

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Be present

How do you relax?

Phone set to silent not completely off.

Dare I turn it off I am a mom after all.

A series of I love Lucy or Golden Girls plays across the screen .

A snuggle with a blanket while enjoying a favorite snack in-between.

Or a gentle swing on the porch with a coffee tall.

Some sort of roast in the crock pot with no dinner worries at all.

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