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Created on: October 03, 2008
At the Crossroad
Left or right
Up or down
Straight ahead, don't look back now.
The kids are grown, grandkids here now too,
I did a good job with them, I know.
I wasn't perfect at all, made mistakes along the way
but they were always my first concern, my heartbeat, my jewels
and I'm glad I got them out of harm's way.
They grew up right, with love all around and never gave
me any grief, like others' children I've seen.
They did the right things, grew up in the church, loved God,
went to college, loved life and each other too.
They danced, loved music, the movies, and of course the boys,
had lots of friends, loved everyone, it's true.
They're both married now, got lives of their own and do a pretty good job of making a life of their own. They're good moms now, raising their children with values and love and they work hard at making their homes filled with love. They never forget to show respect for the elderly too.
I do love those grandkids, they bring me such joy and they love me completely,
no judgment there. We have so much fun together, those 3 kids and me.
They're the lights of my life when all else is falling apart for me. I try and give them all my grandparents gave to me, the love, the support, that unconditional love.
We explore, we dance, make jokes too, roll down the hills; they have spitting contests too. We walk by the trees, giving hugs to them too. We look up at the stars and the moon. We've gone fishing and swimming and to parks galore, played baseball, been bowling, done Magic Mountain too.
We've tickled and wrestled, told stories at night. We've painted, done play-dough, made cookies and pancakes too. They've come to my house, painted on the porch, they go through my jewelry, my CD's, my collection of rocks. They look at old pictures and say, "who's that?" We talk about birds, bugs, school, snakes, ghosts in their bedrooms and when mom and dad had a spat or the bully at school.
Yeah, they bring me much joy, those grandkids of mine. I try to be there for them, as with my daughtersthese kids are my life; they're what matter to me.
And yet, here I sit, alone as I write and wonder again which path I should take this time. Ah, 50! Supposedly THERE. Others check homes acquired, maybe paid off now too, savings accounts at the bank and pension checks in the mailbox too. Married to the same man for 30 some years, and if not, their settlement made life pretty fair even still. Their degrees on the walls, the mortgage almost paid off, money in the bank, health, savings accounts
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