After spending time with the children i used to help care for, i'm realizing how much i absolutely love watching every child learn and grow with time, and i love observing what they can become.
i loved helping the youngest girl shop for little toys as she checked the prices on all of them before considering what to buy. i love how big the middle girl's heart is and how she remembers so many little things about the people she cares most for. i love how the eldest girl can go back to being the kid she was when she was with my younger sister when they reunite after months spent apart. i love how their laughter is so contagious and how all of their hugs are so full of love.
They're going to be wonderful women when they grow older. Watching them change and learn how to treat people after being hurt by others words makes me love them even more. The compassion they have for everyone, whether the people are strangers or close friends, inspires me.
And i love the hope they have, their innocence, and how sometimes they don't know any better, so they say what they mean without thinking twice about it. This is what gives me hope for future children and future generations. If three sisters can be this wonderful towards each other and every other person they come into contact with, what's stopping so many other families from growing in the same ways? *jm

The waves wash onto shore
Give their quick caress to the sand
Only to withdraw as fast as they came
And lo,
Loneliness sinks in again
*jm

The way he held her hand
Throughout all of the hard times
Proving that their
                                                                Love
Would live forever
Even when she couldn't remember
Proving that he would
                                                              Never
Give up on his one and only
Sacrificing all he is for all he has
Until the day he
                                                                 Dies.
*jm

I'll keep living this life God's given me until He takes me home to Him.
Going through all of the ups and downs.
I'll keep breathing in and out until the day I die.
Reminding myself He's by my side.
I'll push forward until I reach the end here.
Knowing that He's leading me through it all.

Nothing's heard
Of the words
Told to the jet black sky.
Nobody listened.
They didn't care.
Too absorbed with material things
I shouldn't have shared.
I always give,
Give,
Give,
Only to have them take,
Take,
Take.
Is that the Holy thing to do?
Is He happy with me?
Or disappointed
Like everyone
Everyone else,
Who I have tried,
to prove wrong,
To make proud.
*jm