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Daughter of mine—
for your smiles,
for your tears,
for your skinned knees,
and your broken hearts,
for the love you give,
and the love you find.
For whatever you become,
or don’t,
it is far too late,
I love you already,
long before
we ever meet.
xx Atticus
She had an uncanny energy for life
thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—
and it made her
entirely impossible
to live without.
xx Atticus
Published 03/28/20
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad...
Published 03/26/20