Snowmobile Salvage Yards In Wisconsin

Once upon a time a mother was so focused
that removing
measures of a closet,
not noticed that one girl said
"Mom, I want to play. Teach "

And when the next day the girl went to recess
in the garden, did not know
play.
he sat down to watch.

And looked and looked and saw
, which was not much fun.
And sat with nothing else to do,
that have stars on the ceiling,
clouds hugging and cuddling
sun.

And time passed.

There once was a mother who both acerruchar
tables,
not heard a girl say
"Mom, I want to be nice. Teach "

And when the next day the young
was found in front of a glass on the street
reflecting its shape without grace,
not know what to do.
he sat down to watch,

And he noticed, he noted,
that while it was no big thing,
something good would that do,
something that others would have
to be, say,
and thought that someday I could find someone who
to live, to die for
.

And time passed,


have a parent that both tables
hammering a nice wardrobe

heard between the blows to his daughter telling him:
"-ma, qui-ro s-Nar. Give-me ... believe "

Then the mother looked.
And could not see, did not understand.
Embrace the cloud
mirror or on the street, nor
who wanted to live.

And the mother gave him a closet

that took so much work,

but it was empty.
had so much love,
perfect square corners.
But no clouds,
or mirrors, or butterflies

lived within their racks.

[Thanks for everything. Mother, Father, Brother, I love you ...]