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Looking for the Words


empty places
empty spaces
taking the time
to miss loved ones
phone calls
a text
an email
words written in sand
“I Love You”
the day continues
as I put away the memories
of loved ones far away

reaching out to embrace all
I have close to me
Patti
windows open, music blaring
voices raised in song
while cruising down the road
the Atlantic so close
beach sand between my toes
the music of the waves lulling me to sleep

the day continues
as I dream of the blessings
of everything new and so near

reflecting on the start of all
I gained time with my brother
Jamie who took me
road trippin’ from GA to NC
awaiting me
no place to live
no mode of transportation
knowing it would work out
a smiling face at McDonalds
taking me to a Cadillac
on hold just for me
SOLD
further down the road
a house
on hold just for me
ready to move in the next day
a stranger-soon-to-be-colleague
opening her house to me
until I had one of my own
soon the smiling faces of students
laughter filling my classroom
I became part of a team
sunshine each day
new friends and old friends
making the world a little smaller

the day continues
as I wake up on the beach
and realize
I LOVE MY LIFE

Now if I could just find the words…

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    Oh Mandie what a way you have with words to express yourself. But anyone who really knows you know that you not only love your life you love your family, students and friends also. I am so proud of what you have accomplished in the short time I have known you. KEEP ON GOING. yOU WILL ALL BE TOGATHER AS A COMPLETE FAMILY ONE OF THESE DAYS.
    Love you and miss you. Marguerite

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