GOSSAMER WINGS

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Hello, my baby.
What dreams you hold in the palm of your ... What ...
As time begins your ... for lifeyou silently grow.
Already there is love between us. A ...
Hello, my baby. What dreams you hold in the palm of your tinyhand.
What destinies. As time begins your preparation for lifeyou silently grow.
Already there is love between us. A love,incomprehensible to those who have not known it and so I will notspeak of it – too often.So many challenges await you.
The terrifying journey from securewomb to cold, loud Earth will be softened by warm milk from mybreast. And time will continue to prepare you.
We will rejoice at your first smile, your first step, your firstword. A world of firsts for you, my precious one.
Explore,discover and don’t forget to dream. Big dreams! Follow them andyou will grow so tall.
Where will they take you, my baby? Willyou ride horses? Will you sing songs? Perhaps the sea will beckonyou, perhaps the sky. Perhaps the heavens! Wherever you go,little one; always remember your heart.
Your dreams will benothing without it.The apple trees are laden with fruit, sweet and ripe. By the timeyou arrive, they will be all gone.
The orchard is steadfast,however. Each year it produces - we are never in want.
Like it,your home will be steadfast and strong. You will feel safe hereand secure.
There will be storms, as there are in the orchard butthey will pass and the sunshine of your family’s love will warmyou once more. Time will take you by the hand and continue toprepare you.I walked by the sea yesterday.
Angry waves lashed rugged rocks,punishing them for blocking their path to dry land. As the saltyspray spritzed my face I heard a menacing challenge.
"Come withus! Dare to be immortal!" But the rocks stood fast and so did I.In that moment of terrifying exuberance I have never felt morealive.You also will see and feel wondrous things. You will grow towardsthese experiences as a flower grows towards the sun.
Each onewill enrich and teach you. You will also know heartache.
Loss andsorrow which I will strive to ease but cannot. When such thingshappen, my darling baby do not cocoon, thus shutting out theworld.
Rather, let those who love you cry with you and share yourpain. Healing will come, gently on wings of gossamer.These feelings I express will eventually be familiar to you.
Youwill become a parent yourself and know and cherish and coo.Goodnight, my sweet one. Goodbye, my baby.
What dreams you held in the palm of your tinyhand. What destinies.
As time began your preparation for life yousilently died. Already there was love between us.
Now, unbearablesorrow. There will be no journey from womb to Earth.
It was theheavens that beckoned you. Fly away, my precious, fly away.
On gossamer wings._________________________________________~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Carol Dorman is a WAHM from Sydney, Australia and publisher ofNurture the Nurturers ezine - "the ezine for every woman,everywhere" To subscribe mailto:[email protected] request her FREE report titled: EARN $$ WHILE PROTECTING YOURFAMILY mailto:[email protected]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Source: Free Articles from ArticlesFactory.com.