I am not a poet, and I am not a song writer, but for some reason, this feels right. Please let me know in the comments what you think!
 
T'was one day in June in the year '69,
Enjoying a Sunday School picnic.
The sun it was bright, I looked forward to night,
When the stick of lacrosse came a looming.
My friends and I, we played sports all the time,
At church, and in many school yards,
Intensely we played, no one taking a break,
Even when we grew plenty weary.

I am not a poet, and I am not a song writer, but for some reason, this feels right. Please let me know in the comments what you think! T'was one day in June in the year '69, Enjoying a Sunday School picnic. The sun it was bright, I looked forward to night, When the stick of lacrosse came a looming. My friends and I, we played sports all the time, At church, and in many school yards, Intensely we played, no one taking a break, Even when we grew plenty weary.

The Ballad of the Broken Tooth

I am so proud of every one of my kids and grand-kids, but I have regrets. One of those regrets is that I have not been able to pour my life experience into them the way I would have liked to. What if I could spend just five minutes with each of them, every day? What would we talk about? What experiences would I share with them? What “wisdom” could I pass on to them? How would I tell them that I see the world?

With this blog, I hope to be able to do that.

Parenting

Kids & Family

I am so proud of every one of my kids and grand-kids, but I have regrets. One of those regrets is that I have not been able to pour my life experience into them the way I would have liked to. What if I could spend just five minutes with each of them, every day? What would we talk about? What experiences would I share with them? What “wisdom” could I pass on to them? How would I tell them that I see the world? With this blog, I hope to be able to do that.

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