lad4dadss

[lad4dadss]

My boy said that after 15 minutes he will come to me 'and asked me to be ready

Do you think I'm ready for him

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

The Stone and the River

I carry the weight of stones within my breast,

Each a whisper of a deed unblest.

In youth's wild dance, a shadow I became,

Lost in the labyrinth of my own dark flame.

The mirror showed a stranger, hollow-eyed,

A soul adrift on a turbulent tide.

But the sun, it rises, though the night was long,

And the river, it flows, with a hopeful song.

Each scar a testament, not of despair,

But of lessons carved, with truth laid bare.

For in the depths of sorrow, wisdom gleamed,

A fragile sprout from a seed redeemed.

I learned to listen to the silent plea,

To mend the hurt, to set the spirit free.

The hands that once grasped, now gently give,

The eyes that once clouded, now truly live.

No longer bound by the chains of old,

A story rewritten, brave and bold.

The past remains, a whisper in the breeze,

But its grip is loosened, bringing slow ease.

For I am the river, ever flowing on,

Washing the stones, until the dark is gone.

Not to erase, but to transform and bless,

A soul reborn in humble righteousness.

" Papagrandpa"

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

[lad4dadss]

(via lad4dadss)