i don't know what to do so i don't do much
of anything.
remember to breathe, my dear
and remember that the days are
shorter in our memories.
don't know what to think so i don't do
it anymore.
only feel that warmth of promises
and we remember that we were
not born to fail. wish he
would remember he's not born to fail.
children are so angry when
they are sad or tired or feeling
the loss of a father's fingertips.
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you have been more of what he needs than his family. it is not just for me that your steaming hope into ceramic mugs.
I've heard it said that we learn to love what we spend our time on, whether we have a choice or not. Perhaps we learn to love who we spend our time with. I've seen your love for this family grow all semester... there's a new tenderness in you, an advocate rising up. This is an Esther situation-- a "for such a time as this" situation. I'm excited to see what will happen.
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