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The Gifted Flower
Every night, after I put my toddler to sleep and I am done with chores, I spend a few minutes reading or writing my thoughts down. I did the same the night of April 22, 2008.
 
The next day was my daughter's third birthday and I put down Depak Chopra's "On the Shores of Eternity" book and sat wondering about the three years. . . .  My daughter was still getting over the 'Terrible-two-ness and the fact that she had a mind so much of her own, everyday was, and was going to be a challenge.  But the time spent with her, those hours at home (evening non-daycare hours on weekdays and weekend full days at home) are so precious.
 
I regretted focusing too much on work when she was an infant, I truly wished I could have spent just a few more hours with her everyday.
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At Christmas, I prayed hard for my gift
In my mind, an angel was conceived,
And in my body, as a gentle cool summer breeze,
She spoke to fill the emptiness.
 
Through the humming autumn wind and rustling leaves,
Brightened my life like the lighting winter snow
Jumping and kicking to clinking bangles,
She listened to my songs and stories
 
I waited and waited to meet,
Longer seemed my days as winter ended,
And then one day I looked out the window,
To see the cherry blossoms…
 
In desperation, I hadn’t realized
She had wanted to be sure
For there she came, a gifted flower
To announce an eternal spring
 
And then I realized what she truly meant to my
existence -- She brought an eternal spring in my life.
 
I wrote this for her that night.
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