The stranger within

When I was a little girl....and then a teenager...and then an adult I used to try and see what I have in common with my mom... As little girls do She was the most gorgeous woman The most stubborn  woman The strongest woman The woman with the heart of gold , that was always ready to help someone in need She was the dancing queen The life of the party The hostess most strive to be The woman that gave her all so everyone else would be happy And I never saw any similarities until.... My cousin shared this photo with me today I've never seen it before....and with that 1 photo, that 1 naughty look and smile she has, I knew I am my mother's child

On the stretch of beach that is my life I've collected pebbles on the shore line Some I've lost Some I've shared Some I had for just a while Some I've had for life I never walk over these pebbles I walk beside them The journey on the sand Is what shapes us as man With many more miles of beach  I'm sure to come across  pebbles of each But now I know how to find the ones that will stay for life

When you can find your inner quiet in the storm... Your silent minute in a busy day.... When you feel the love around you... And you're grateful for what life has to give Money can buy you many things But happiness is not on the price list Off course you can fake it... But your smile will always tell if you're lying or dying inside I look further than the eye can see And appreciate that The best things in life are free...