Fatherhood is the silent language of love, spoken through actions louder than words —the unspoken gestures and care, the tireless efforts and sacrifices, and the unwavering support and guidance. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Innocence dances in the playground of childhood memories. ~ Aloo Denish
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In the book of life, the chapter on childhood is written with the ink of innocence. ~Aloo Denish
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There is no scent of nostalgia like a fragrance drawn from the garden of childhood memories.
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A mother's love is the purest form of magic; a selfless masterpiece that knows no boundaries, defies all odds and endures all obstacles and challenges; it's a love painted with sacrifice, unrivalled dedication and unmatched devotion. Motherhood is indeed an act of unwavering faith and limitless optimism in the future wellbeing of a child ~ Aloo Denish
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Seek peace, sing songs of brotherhood, exult the Almighty who smiles upon his children not gone astray and not being deceived by the lies of the wordily. What good will come out of war: if not rebellion, strife, death, misery and anger? Haven't we seen the horrible destruction of cities under the vile attacks of the insatiable One who wants world domination and power?
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Personally I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Some people confuse karma with victimhood!
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People who are not even eligible for parenthood are giving births every year.
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If the memory has canceled everything from your mind, try to go back to your childhood and relive those memories. Anybody can be a kid again even when we grow old.
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'The Biggest factor For Childhood Success is it's never I.Q, it family Meals' By Christen Kuikoua Ft Prince Ea
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Your tenure brief; then by July's first day /
like childhood and young love, you've flown away (from the poem "To a June Bug")
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Triggers of any kind from childhood traumas that no longer serves you let it go.
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"Childhood is our Memory
Success is our Destiny
Death is our Constant truth
Love is our need
Giving compassion is our inner Humanity
Satisfaction is our Desire
Knowledge is our Power
True Leadership is our Motive
Sex is our Erotic Fantasy
Because we are Human or creature."
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There are times when parenthood seems like nothing but feeding the mouth that bites you.
Peter De Vries
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- Innocent actions of childhood have their fun and frolics -
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- Tastes of childhood seldom has any comparison -
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Once you get the feeling that you have lost your childhood side, from that time on, you will most probably live and laugh half-heartily.
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Adulthood is within the mind and not in age.
– Mwanandeke Kindembo
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"One day you'll see past the childhood curtains, and fairytale dreams of rainbows, clouds and the circus."
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'Hurry Honey' Saint..." We are well over-do for a 'New Saint' such as Poetess Amanda Gorman for Sainthood"
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Mother, thank you for letting your pure love flow through your heart’s channel of purity to inherit and bequeath the heritage of motherhood.
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When you learn to live unselfishly in united adoration of your beloved family, you have fulfilled the art of fatherhood.
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I will come back to claim my lost childhood in the next life.
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A remembrance, a poem, a song, a flash of yesterday, a "hope" for tomorrow...and especially a prayer from childhood; are all treasures, safely kept in the mind.
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I think back to my childhood how I was and what life was like, and I can honestly say only one thing to have changed is, back then I never thought back to me childhood
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Hood is what happens when we stop being neighbors.
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Hahaha. Ha. Get your hand off my hoodie.
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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let's not toast a drink, to a poet ink, that cries stink, after all, whats there to think, let the con and hoodwink, fall and sink, wither away and shrink, from my little kink, to ... now a parting wink, I'm sorry I wasn't in sync
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"Everyone in the neighborhood gave me a piece of themselves when I was growing up, which is why I do for others."
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