The broken shells along a shoreline.Always the abandoned ones,
the ones everyone walks past.
But not for my precious daughter.
These are the pieces she picks up time and time again,
Runs to me and says "MOMMY, LOOK A BEAUTIFUL SHELL!"
And she's right, they are beautiful.
These pieces collected over the years sit in a glass jar on my desk.
I look at them daily and smile.
Life is full of broken pieces
But put them together and they make something beautiful.
i needed those words of advice today.
ReplyDeleteYour words are so very true...I've had to learn that lesson in the worst possible way. Thank you.
ReplyDeletesuch a smart daughter you have. i've been broken and mended more than once over the years and it has only served to make life richer with texture and my wings filled with hope.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, so true.
ReplyDeleteLeave it to the eyes of a child to TRULY see, yes?
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(((hugs))),
me
jenny this is so true & so tender, I like the interpretation of the the word
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo, and a wonderful post.
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I have a glass jar on my desk that looks almost identical to that because I also love the broken shells...
ReplyDeletemine has some driftwood sticking out of it too....can't leave that behind either :)
So true and it's those people who taken in and welcome the abandoned and broken whom make the world a much nice place.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful outlook, mending anything broken and making new again.
ReplyDeleteThey see beauty in the simplest of subjects...
ReplyDeleteShells...they are very dear to me...I could shell seek ALL day!
... your daughter is a kindred spirit...the broken ones are the most beautiful...I have a hard time leaving any of them on the beach...
ReplyDeleteI love that. Children are so wise aren't they?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sentiment. Children see so clearly don't they?
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