Friday, March 30, 2007

Picked up somewhere on the Web

Yesterday, I killed my son's the victory of his team. I complained about his dirty clothes, torn at the seam.

The day before I killed my daughter's pride in the dress she'd made. I pointed out its faults, then added faint praise.

One day, I killed a friendship ....turning affection to hate. I misunderstood, that's all.........but it was too late.

I killed my spouse's love...not with a mighty blow. It died, bit by bit, year by slow. Tonight I saw the light of love die slowly in her look, when she reached toward me with her hand, and I picked up ....a book.

~Author unknown at this time