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I am the mother of four wonderful children, ranging in age from 6-21!! They have kept me really busy and away from writing for the past 18 years- but recently the dam in my creative rivers has been burst by...well... unrequited love, mostly!!! Life is strange, but worth writing about!!!
I appreciate all the comments, and hope to have the time to keep reading all of yours and remain inspired to write mine!!! Thanks for allowing me to share with you............
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_Do not disregard the soul mates as they step in and out of your lives....and make sure to truly embrace the one that your heart cries out for. They say you only get 7 changes in life at that, so you better take at least one before you get to the seventh one!!!!___________________________________________________________________

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
   And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
   "The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"

So let us melt, and make no noise,
   No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
   To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
   Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
   Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
   Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin'd,
   That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
   Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
   Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
   As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
   To move, but doth, if the' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
   Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
   And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
   Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
   And makes me end, where I begun.

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Yes, I too, want to come full circle, and perhaps understand
all of this, a little better. The journey is what makes it a trip!!! xoxo