Forever Unforgettable!
How can words describe the infinite heights in which the trees rise to meet the skies without needing airline tickets to do so?
What about the hollow echoes of the owl’s wisdom advising the nightlife to move into a deeper purpose?
Which words, of many, might adequately explain the young, brazen blue mountains that no amount of elements has faded?
Do you still remember the sweet, musky scent of pine and woods after the first rainfall?
I have not, yet, found any words or actions suitable to justify the wholeness of love in which I carry in my soul for my children. And never will, I.
You two, my sons, are my life; forever unforgettable.
Definition of Unconditional Love
Copyright BBYCGN
What a beautiful post – I love the creativity of how you’ve viewed things here, like the trees not needing airline tickets. That’s so cool! x
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Thank you, Caz! The trees don’t need to wear masks, either. 😃
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Wonderfully lyrical, Tamara!
You’re a talented writer, yet something’s inspired you to new heights (beyond, even, the trees). What, though?
Soon enough, Tamara reveals all.
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Now, I’m getting excited! Oh, ya… you’re talkin’ about me. Ha haha. You shall soon witness a surprise. (But, not sure how soon, if ever… I mean, soon… soon).
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You mean, besides Snoop Dogg hawking salsa along with Martha Stewart? Because NOBODY saw that one coming. (Rolls eyes.)
I can say right now, Tamara, even sight-unseen, yours will be, like, 1,001 times better.
Now, can I endure the suspense?
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Awe, I am delighted to read your comment, Keith, and equally inspired to keep moving along … and to quit procrastinating. Thank you!
🎠 🎠 🎠
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So beautifully said, Tamara. A very picturesque piece.
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Thank you for your kindness, Bill. 💕
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