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PHOTOGRAPHS ~ ~
Looking through the
photographs,
Across the distant past;
Where did all the time
go,
The years went by so
fast.
Where is the little babe
I held,
A bundle wrapped in
blue;
I turned around and he
was gone,
Is he somewhere, there
in you?
When did you grown into
a man,
Where is that little
boy?
The one whose laughter
filled the air,
As he raced from toy to
toy.
Where is that silly,
toothless grin,
And those precious tiny
hands?
Are they still somewhere
inside of you,
Now that you've become a
man?
A Mother's heart will
always see,
Across the distant past;
The babe she once held
close in her arms,
In faded photographs.
Allison Chambers Coxsey
© 2000
~Promise Yourself~
Promise yourself to be so strong
That nothing can disturb your peace of mind,
To talk health, happiness and prosperity
To every person you meet,
To make all your friends
feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything
And make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best,
To work only for the best, and
To expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about
the success of others
As you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past
And press on to the greater achievements
of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
And give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time
to the improvement of yourself
That you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry,
Too noble for anger, too strong for fear
And too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
... Christian D. Larson...
Optimist International Optimist Creed
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