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Life is at times unpredictable. And in certain circumstances or situations we can find ourselves debating on, what are the true wins or losses in our lives. In this collection of poetry about life's little wins we are encouraged to recognize that sometimes even within sadness we may have a reason to smile while also accepting that sometimes the first time you experience something it may end up being the best. Through it all we have to remember and accept that all of our experiences are different and all of them will end with a different reality. No matter what we have, we can never forget that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, always the potential for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and always hope for a better tomorrow. In the poem $1.68 we follow the path of a daughter as she shares all of the wonderful experiences, she's had with her father including supporting him through a major surgery. You don't have to be rich in order to be loved because sometimes it only takes $1.68 to make a lasting, happy memory. In First Dance we experience a teenage girl as she goes through the process of preparing for her first dance. Is she going to have a wonderful time, a terrible time, or will she end the night having followed the path that led her towards her first dance, the one that made the evening that much sweeter.

Life's Little Wins

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    Thoughts running a marathon

    Circling my emotions with the footprint

    Steps in my

    Mind

    Drawn on the

    Memories the clouds

    etched out in the sand- look closely

    A handprint

    Two actually

    A smaller one that mirrors

    My right hand that I hold here

    The hand that so often held his

    The hand that could at one point

    Barely wrap itself around his middle finger

    Two years old

    Then I grabbed his hand as we ran in the rain

    Five years old

    Then I rubbed his head while he lay asleep on the couch

    He worked hard

    He worked for our family

    He used both of his hands everyday so that

    We could clasp our hands at the dinner table

    And give thanks for all of the things we had

    The things that kept us safe

    The doors hanging on the house

    Under the roof he used his hands to provide for us

    Thanks Dad.

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