Life is what you share with love,
Given to us all from Him above;
To be born and raised with a
name thats known,
Being proud to have a family
of your very own.
Life consist of work and play,
To have things done properly
without any delay;
With patience to show what's
right and wrong,
For soon they will be on their own
but home here is where I'll belong.
Life has laughter, tears and pain,
At times you wonder if you're
going insane;
To share the joys as they become
older and watching them grow up,
For time will come when they
become the grown ups.
What a wonderful blessing to have
been a mother and a wife,
For now it's in my heart full of
memories for the rest of my life.
~ Author ~
Kapualani Fuqua
You are a Beautiful Miracle from God!
May you always have . . .
A warm hand to hold when
you're afraid.
A shooting star to wish on
when your soul is filled with passionate dreams.
A smile to cheer you when you are lonely, and
love to remind you what a Miracle you are!
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* Thanks to my children; Yanet, Kenny, April & Keone . . .
Who never knew they inspired me to write my thoughts and
poems and that they would be a big part in it. Who would of
known that 27 years ago when I wrote this poem; I would be
sharing it with someone over the internet..
A year after our last child was born, I was watching them
play house as they were acting and pretending that they were
a family with Yanet and Kenny being the mommy and daddy
while April and Keone was their kids since they were one
and two at that time.
I knew I was watching them and yet it was if I wasn't there;
as if time stood still for me to make a memory as they were
growing up so fast and I knew then . . . the day will come
for me to let go as they will have a life of their own.
It's as if it happened yesterday and yet I wrote this poem
January 9, 1979 during that day I watched them play.
With Love, from their . . . MOM
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