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Dust if you Must

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

-Rose Milligan


My First & Last

I want you to be my first and my last. I want to wake up to your beautiful face and that same face is the last thing I want to see before I drift off into sleep. I want you to be my first good morning and my last goodnight, and aboveĀ all, I want to hold you firmly in my arms.

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For Her