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The man was coming home. He set his bags to side of the door picked up a bicycle laying on the ground before entering his home. Though the door his family greeted him. His wife running up to him throwing her arms around his neck. Next to her were his two children a boy and girl about ages 6 and 7. The scene brought a choking cry in my throat in a deep realization. My life was without children of my own. I could not control the flowing tears that slide down my cheeks silently while my wife was involved in her computer. So my dear reader if your life is the man entering this door be ever so thankful for the blessings that are in your life. This is one who would trade places with you in a second.
Texas Poetry 