Security and Faith…Our Ultimate Goal

This re-blog is something I wrote when I first stated blogging two years ago…. Diane



One day in 1945 a little girl was born,

The last of ten children was she

And the last there would ever be.

Her mother loved her oh so much,

And the baby felt her gentle touch.

She grew with love that abounded

And on this love, her life was founded.

The years went by and soon was older,

But this little girl never grew bolder

She was very shy and kept within…

The fears and sadness that she had,

Love was there …

But she missed not having a Dad.

Time passed and the she became a teen,

But the insecurities were always there.

One day when she turned fifteen

She met a young man that was nineteen

And the nicest person she’d ever seen.

The relationship grew

He was loving and kind this man that she knew.

And then one day in a ‘hospital hall”

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