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debrawelch
Debra Shiveley Welch
United States, OH, Westerville

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Springtime

The earth exhales in gratitude, at the hope of Winter's end; flowers in bloom herald the arrival of Spring.

Youth rejoices as the air warms, with the scent of daffodils, and glorious tulips stand like lovers side by side.

Birds trill their joyous song, hungry mouths stretched toward the sky, as Robin and Jay and Sparrow, renew the promise of the season, with new life.

Those of us who remember yesterday and yesterday and yesterday more, stand and stretch and warm our bones beneath Spring's rejuvenating rays,

And once again our hearts lift in thankful prayer,
for another Spring is ours.

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debrawelch Comment by: debrawelch - 2007-07-17 18:30
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Thank you. I appreciate it!
OilsandSyntax Comment by: OilsandSyntax - 2007-07-17 18:15
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This is remarkable. "tulips stand like lovers side by side" I enjoyed this personification. ..."for another Spring is ours"...this is how I feel every year...and just when I start to mourn the tulips departure my iris awaken again!
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"Son of My Soul -- The Adoption of Christopher"

by Debra Shiveley Welch



Son of My Soul – The Adoption of Christopher is the story of a woman’s journey through loneliness, poverty, neglect, and her triumph over a turbulent past. Thinking of her childhood as “boot camp,” and applies the lessons she learned as an example of how not to mother her child.

Son of My Soul -- The Adoption of Christopher

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