A Child Embarrassed By His

Sometimes, They Say, The Moon Is So Busy With The New Souls Of The World That It Disappears From The Sky. That Is Why We Have Moonless Nights. But In The End, The Moon Always Returns, As Do We All.

Love Like Rain, Can Nourish From Above, Drenching Couples With Soaking Joy. But Sometimes, Under The Angry Heat Of Life, Love Dries On The Surface And Must Nourish From Below, Tending To Its Roots, Keeping Itself Alive.

Parents Rarely Let Go Of Their Children, So Children Let Go Of Them. They Move On. They Move Away. The Moments That Used To Define Them - A Mother's Approval, A Father's Nod - Are Covered By Moments Of Their Own Accomplishments. It Is Not Until Much Later, As The Skin Sags And The Heart Weakens, That Children Understand; Their Stories, And All Their Accomplishments, Sit Atop The Stories Of Their Mothers And Fathers, Stones Upon Stones, Beneath The Waters Of Their Lives.

Getting Old We Can Deal With. Being Old Is The Problem

It Was Sad, The Imbalance Of It All. Why Do Kids Assume So Much From One Parent And Hold The Other To A Lower, Looser Standard?