What if I wake up tomorrow
With eyes that no longer see
While my son grows more gorgeous
More than what is known to me?
…
What if I wake up tomorrow
With ears that cannot hear
While my daughter sings a melody
More soothing than a bird’s cheer?
…
What if I wake up tomorrow
With a mouth that cannot speak —
How will I tell them my stories
Of my lowest trough and highest peak?
…
What if I don’t wake up tomorrow
To my children by my side —
How could that heaven be better
Than the one where I reside?

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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful! Makes one realise how we take these things for granted. Thank you ❤
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We often take everything we have for granted. This poem is an important reminder of how temporary everything is around us and how we should treasure every little thing.
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Really beautiful, Frank! Thank you.
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Thanks and welcome, Tim.
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That one was especially nice.
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oh man.. beautiful and painful. love the poem.
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I love my family too, Frank. But families aren’t impervious: they get broken apart by disharmony, disaster, and death.
As God intended, however, we can make new ones—sort of. I have a few moms and dads I’ve adopted to replace mine that died.
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Yes, we always find someone. In fact aren’t we all a one big family?
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Oh man – that about says it all! Beautiful! As a mother of three and grandma of four, I soooo understand!
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That works. Nice.
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💛💛💛
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❤️
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