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Freethinking is thinking for yourself, unconstrained by deference to tradition or authority. ~ John B. Hodges I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think. ~ Sacrates
Mission Statement
The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There's something different about him
He's not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he's not fully in ours
But only physically
Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise
This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his
That will never be
For it seems he can't be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he'll seek out this world
Maybe one day
He'll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me
Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him
Maybe one day
We can share each other's joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him
The Child I Love
The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There's something different about him
He's not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he's not fully in ours
But only physically
Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise
This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his
That will never be
For it seems he can't be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he'll seek out this world
Maybe one day
He'll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me
Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him
Maybe one day
We can share each other's joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him
Source
Poetry • Meditation Source (click to close)
Four years ago
You were in a fight for your life
Stage three and a lump as big as a grapefruit.
That Christmas was the worst one that I can remember
For all of us
But it was hardest on you
For you lost a part of yourself.
While you felt alien after surgery
We wanted to cry
Tears of fear and tears of joy
Tears of sorrow and tears of thankfulness.
Good and experienced doctors made you better
And thanks to God
Breast cancer did not take you away from us.
And every day we thank Him that you are still here
To share many more Christmases with us
And many more new years and birthdays.
With a lot of help
You won the fight
And you are still here
To share your story of triumph and love.
For My Mother
Four years ago
You were in a fight for your life
Stage three and a lump as big as a grapefruit.
That Christmas was the worst one that I can remember
For all of us
But it was hardest on you
For you lost a part of yourself.
While you felt alien after surgery
We wanted to cry
Tears of fear and tears of joy
Tears of sorrow and tears of thankfulness.
Good and experienced doctors made you better
And thanks to God
Breast cancer did not take you away from us.
And every day we thank Him that you are still here
To share many more Christmases with us
And many more new years and birthdays.
With a lot of help
You won the fight
And you are still here
To share your story of triumph and love.