Grandad | Who I am

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Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BOOKS.

My tenth word I found was the word YOU.

The definition of You is;

the one or ones being addressed —used as the pronoun of the second person singular or plural in any grammatical relation except that of a possessive <you may sit in that chair> <you are my friends> <can I pour you a cup of tea> —used formerly only as a plural pronoun of the second person in the dative or accusative case as direct or indirect object of a verb or as object of a preposition — compare thee, thou, ye, your, yours

This is thee or me, a caregiver, sister, mother, writer and a romantic of life.

This is you, a way of expressing what you can not say in words. A way to transfer your inner feelings; being able to show others what you are thinking.

This is you. Watching your tiny, delicate, unique creation fall to the ground. It stirs my memories. I can visit Christmas‘s in the past. See my brother and sister and parents sitting around the Christmas tree. Mom and Dad‘s eyes twinkling as they get excited to see our faces as we open the gifts they/Santa brought. Cold days, ice-skating with Dad on the frozen pond. Smiles come forward as I remember the old, gray Ford truck hood being attached to Grandad‘s tractor and he is pulling us kids down the quiet country road. I can still hear the laughter from us as we live in the moment of fun.

You, what I still dream about as an adult, hoping to own before I die. Memories of rocking you in my arms, taking you for a walk in your stroller. Feeding you, changing your clothes, all bring to life the mother instincts that I hold close to my heart.

You, what I also dream about. The biggest dream of all. I can see myself so perfectly. Sitting by the hearth, warming my hands. Rocking back and forth watching the deer run through the fields. Seeing Mama raccoon walking her babies. A nice pot of soup cooking over the fires. Living in nature, simplicity.

You, whom I do not know your name but think of you with a smile. Waiting for the door to open when I will be romanced once again. My mind, body and soul will come alive and I will experience one more time what it is to feel love between that special soul mate in my life.

You, to be able to be free to speak my thoughts. To give myself permission to dream.

You, who holds a special place in my heart. You enable me to bring forth the deepest parts of me that can show you how important you are to me. I want you to know that you will never walk this journey alone. I will be by your side holding your hand.

You, who I live the way I do here on earth, because this is what you want. You, I look forward to meeting one day. You have forgiven me when no one else will. You have made me and I know you accept me for who I am.

You who have given me a reason to wake up in the mornings. I have been able to pour out all of my love on you and you have accepted it. You who have given me laughter, joys and yes, sometimes tears. You, are an image of my own self.

Lastly you, my family of bloggers. You have been the sunshine in my life. You have shown me that we all need each other. My problems are no bigger than yours. We are more alike than not. When ever I need to feel less alone, I can turn to YOU.