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Source: http://imgur.com/Gw41pUBI will protect you, my little one.
Walk before me.
Stay in my shadow.
Learn of the world.
The good and the bad.
I will be behind you.
To catch you if you fall.
baby
LIFE IS FOR LIVING
The young hold the secret.
The secret to life and living.
A hop.
A skip.
A jump in the air.
Each day brings
new experiences
and adventures.
Just hop,
skip, and
jump your way to
living and enjoying
life to the fullest.
NEVER GIVE UP
Never give up.
Keep your head up high,
little one.
Keep on fighting.
No matter how hard, or
how fruitless it may seem.
The road my be long and bumpy.
Full of pot holes and road blocks.
It is worth it.
It is always worth it.
A FLEETING MEMORY
Those precious words,
“Mommy, pick me up.”
Who hasn’t heard them?
The young voice.
The little squeak of pleasure
once you bend down.
The happy little face
gazing up at you.
Remember it.
Enjoy it.
Savor it.
For soon it will only
be a fleeting memory.
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SO VERY SLEEPY
SO SLEEPY
BABY DUCK FALLING ASLEEP
What did you say?
I’m listening.
I’m not falling asleep.
Your story isn’t boring me to sleep.
I’M NOT FOOD
When I grow up,
you are not going to eat me.
NEW LIFE
Nothing is more beautiful than a new life.
A life to replace an old one.
A life to continue on with the species.
A new life full of wonder and awe of the world.
Welcome!
MOTHER
The trials and tribulations of motherhood.
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SEND IN THE CLOWNS
SEND IN THE CLOWNS
I was looking through pictures online to find one
that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.
Look what I found!
An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.
A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.
Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.
A circus can also be scary.
There are clowns and men throwing knives.
That’s it!
My mind has drifted to the creepy again.
I guess that’s why my book contains a scene
in a circus, where someone is being chased by
clowns and knife-throwers.
The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually
running for her life through a maze of mirrors.
You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.
A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my
dark thoughts will always lead me there.
SUSANNE LEIST 