I think that I shall never see…

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

~Joyce Kilmer, “Trees,” 1914 (Quote Garden)

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DADS’ LIST

Sports ~ Maybe
Cars ~ Yes
Computers ~ Maybe
Newspapers ~ Maybe
Comfy Shoes ~ Yes!
Easy Going ~ Maybe
Couch Potato ~ Maybe
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This is the month we celebrate all the moms — of which I am one. It’s been the most life changing experience of my life! It is the main event that helped me start taking the “blinders” off. Being married and having children contributed to my growth, in untold ways.

But in honor of the day, I decided to add this poem. I was going to use it in another venue, but thought it would fit in perfectly with the topic of the month. Whether I’m employed or unemployed — maintaining a household means one never really runs out of work, whether you’re a mother or not there’s always something purposeful to do:

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