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| Our daughter Becky loves to skydive - happy birthday! |
she was living with, the guy she loved
long-distance, all the pressures of the
program and the ex and money matters,
(but her son meant more than anything)
and now her birthday rolls around again,
degree in hand, another place with room
to sprawl a little with more privacy
then walk her son to school before she takes
a morning run. Distractions, somewhat
fewer and she wishes that she knew at least
a little that the future holds, but she has
seen goals met this year, and put aside
regrets for things that, long-term, don't
affect her all that much. "God never puts
us through more trouble than we can survive,"
she tells me wisely, quoting my words
back (she says) but she's had time to form
her own philosophies by now. A new year
stretches out, blank page of life to write
on: Neatly, daughter. Write the sweetness
of your heart in every paragraph, and
log each day, the better world you leave
behind for simply being there, on land
or (sometimes) in the sky.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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