One More Minute If we could have one more minute with the one we love Would it add up to 100 hours Would it add up to 100 days Would it add up to years We often cloud our mind of the concept of time. Should of, could of, would of. Don't dwell on this or that. It's not about quantity but the quality. Those special moments when no one was around when you wiped a tear or whispered in her ear that you were here. The moments of a smile and tenderly telling her that she was loved. Those are truly the minutes that counted. I assure you that meant more to your loved one than 100 hours or 100 days. Those moments are what made the difference day to day.

Uniting a Family Something pure and innocent when two people in love come together. How do we blend the past with the future. We both come with our own posterity. The fear of change for our little ones is hard to endure the rapid changes as we turn #life's pages. Have patience my love and you will soon see.Rebellion, resistance and anger are just a window to the turmoil at sea. The waves and storms ahead will soon calm. Did we not tend to our babies when they were small. Tended to cries, rocking them and holding them tight. Reminding them that everything would be alright. Now our children have grown, they often speak loud with their actions, and again with no words but cries, but the same applies. We must listen even more intently for it will be a treasure in disguise. Be not so quick to fix. Listen to your growing children as the time ticks. Love them by listening, praise them when they do well and comfort them as they allow. My love do not let your heart splinter and become bitter, but be assured that the journey merely a wonderful adventure.

Get Over It I'm so sad, how can that make someone so mad. "What do you mean you're sad?" You say to me that I have a great #life, how can I be in such strife. I feel more guilty with every passing moment with the self blame of this game. "Get over it" or "push through it", I'm told. How can you be so bold. Do you not think that I wouldn't give all I have in my being to continue seeing. I am blinded by this madness and uncontrolled sadness. Do not feel you are to blame, it's only a game. A game of surviving through this pain. My battle is one of strategy to prevent a near tragedy.

Displaced The words that fly through the air And make it so hard to bear. How can the words "I love you" be so au contraire. Can it be that hate can be hidden behind kind words? Do not be fooled by the words, I love you when the person that speaks them treats you without a care.