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Thoughts to Ponder Who am I when... my feet won't keep time with the music, the numbers don't add up, people don't return my phone calls, and bread no longer rises in my kitchen. Who am I when... my resume begins to look more like fiction than reality, my bank account diminishes with no returns, my worldly possessions are discarded at the curb , and all I have and need fits into one room, Who am I when... my stories trail off in conversation, my mind is sharp and my body won't cooperate, the names in my phone book read more as a dearly departed list and, my purpose has to do more with presence than action. I am.... the memories I keep, the smile on my face, the prayers in my heart and most of all a cherished, precious, child of God. Carmela Mulroe March 2007 |
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