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Oh, Man in the Moon" "Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies. Oh, man in the moon, send the night's cool breeze to lull my leery heart, and I shall cast my fears to the wind with ease, and watch them all depart. Oh, man in the moon, send the sandman's dust to rest my weary soul, and I shall slumber in happy dreams until the morning bells do toll. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#man-in-the-moon #moon #poem #poetry #richelle

Have you noticed how children never bypass a puddle of water, but jump, splash, and slosh right through it?  That's because they know an important truth - Life was meant to be lived.  Puddles were meant to be experienced. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#children #experience #happiness #inspirational #learning

There are things known—things experienced, felt, and understood—that words hold no power to convey. Attempting to do so only dilutes their substance and does them injustice. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#richelle #richelle-goodrich #truths #understanding #words

True love takes time. It’s an earned comfort that tells you she’ll be right there beside you no matter what you do, not necessarily happy with your every action, but faithful to you just the same. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#derian #eena #faithfulness #love #richelle

Love is years of devotion, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, trust, faith, and friendship all wrapped up in one. True love does more than cause your heart to flutter. It upholds your heart when the infatuation no longer makes it flutter. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#devotion #eena #heart #infatuation #love

Though I adore the idea of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and such luminary characters—especially their altruism and devotion—I still don't believe in them.  For I know the truth.  Only one such miracle worker exists who performs magic in my life, seeing to my wants and needs without fail.  That queen is my mother.  With unwavering faith I believe in her. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#easter-bunny #mom #mother #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Don't lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#grief #heartache #hurt #injury #lick-your-wounds

When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#friendship #grief #hardships #life #richelle

Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my direction, his feet pivoting in the dirt. Warily, I crossed into the light for a moment. “Do you, um…” I inhaled deeply. “Do you think you’ll still want to be my friend tomorrow?” I held my breath and waited for his answer. Although I could feel the sunshine perceptibly tingle every inch of exposed skin, the way Gregory smiled at me produced a swell of warmth unmatchable even for the sun. “I’ll always want to be your friend, Annabelle. Do you want to be mine?” My head nodded like mad, ecstatic, all on its own. I disappeared among the shadows again and watched my new friend until he stepped around the Hopkins’ house. Then I waited until his car drove off -- Gregory and his mother headed for home. I was on a high like no other. But I’d not lost my grasp on reality entirely. I knew that the real test would come Monday. It was one thing to befriend an outcast in the privacy of the woods, but quite another to risk ridicule and reputation when surrounded by peers. This was true even for those with the biggest of hearts, which I now believed Gregory Hill to have. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dandelions #friends #friendship #gregory #happiness

If your best friend truly is the person who knows you completely and loves you anyway, wouldn't that be your mother? ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#friendship #love #mom #mother #mothers-day