Milestones mark the way on paths we take,
as dropping pebbles would do,
so that the way back could be found,
should we need to find it.
There is something in the early hours of a morning
that gives me comfort,
and beckons the other me
to free thoughts, my words, and let them escape,
because they must, from time to time,
or they will just die without notice,
and that would be terrible.
There are moments,
that show, here and there,
the ways that we have gone...
Sometimes it is easy, sometimes not,
to recall them,
but we hardly take notice of them
as we walk our paths.
Different things that have happened to us...
The delicate feelings as you hold a baby,
the joy of riding in a car,
lights at night from the top of a ferris wheel,
a dance, a date, a dream...
These are all milestones.
A birthday is a milestone,
though sometimes you don't want to think of it as such,
but it marks a passage of time,
an achievement of sorts,
and when you share that day with someone you love,
might it not be an enjoyable milestone?
It is, to the one you share it with.
I love you, Dear-
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