Tuesdays Tale: Featured Post Winner

Congrats to both winners! I simply COULD NOT CHOOSE this week! Seriously, you guys are great! So, here's a beautiful poem by Dina:

I cannot wrap it
shiny gold -
I can't even box it
for you to hold
I penned the words now ruined
by rain
I'll sing them for you
if you sit with me again.
My garden of work
tended for you -
Gifts of green
through the dirt, poking through.
Wait awhile and you will see
my gift of growth,
full of earthly beauty.

And a bit of a heartfelt moment by septembermom:

"She always likes sparkly wrap," Miranda remembered as she carefully adjusted that shiny metallic bow. After a last look in the mirror, Miranda grabbed the present and walked down her parents' familiar hallway to her grandma's room. She couldn't believe that three years had passed since she saw her favorite Scrabble partner. Miranda learned so much about her place in this world from her time with the mission in Sri Lanka. With a maturity and confidence gained from hard work and sacrifice, Miranda was not the same young, giggling girl that reluctantly waved goodbye to her family. Now she felt like the woman that her grandma always told her was inside waiting to "show her stuff." Miranda couldn't stop those tears as she opened the bedroom door. Arms outstretched, her grandma said, "Wow! That must be some souvenir." Miranda just smirked knowing that grandma would love the photo album filled with her memories of Sri Lanka. Someday, Miranda would include these pictures in a book about her experiences. Her grandma's smiling face would also be prominently shared on the dedication page. That frail, bedridden woman gave Miranda the strength to find her path in life.

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