hardened by what he’d seen; by life,
the reflection behind his eyes created a flutter within me
like a bee for honey, I was willing to work and eager.
I remained close.
Structured and protective, with experience as his guide, I longed for his reverence.
his strength I devoured silently but wanted to wrap myself in for all to see.
like many, I wasn’t chosen.
life is a mystery and voices often confused, so I remained hopeful – just in case.
yet the determination in his heart is wide, and he has much to attend to
and so it goes.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Roots and wings, mom — that’s what we strive to give our young’uns (and I know how hard it is!) Pat yourself on the back for a job well done, and know he misses you as much as you miss him. Prayers for his safety!
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We struggle with competing emotions.
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He’ll be back. Happy New Year, Audrey
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Happy New Year, John.
My son left for Krakow Poland. My poetry reflects the sorrow hidden behind my joy. Thank you for reading.
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Thank you, Audrey. Joy and pride. 😊
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Proud of him, yes, also a mother worries about her child going so close to Ukraine. ♡
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Of course. What is he doing in Poland?
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Researching international human rights court cases.
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Terrific
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