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			*First Journal, Winter, 2006*

This is my on-line most recent journal. As a journal it might have some spelling errors or it might even need extra editing but the purpose is for me to share my most recent emotions and for you to find out who is this Puerto Rican lady or just for you to read me out of curiosity and then to be motivated enough to go ahead and write down your recent or past experiences. May God bless you, hope you work enough to reach your dreams... Roxana

		The Late Hours The late hours are common among us, they have a distinctive melody, a common feeling of missing dreams, and sleepy eyes. The late hours are filled with sounds, cooes or cries, tears or smiles, lullabies, whispers, prayers and at times, sobbing, loneliness, God. Embracing a moment I found myself enchanted by the most beautiful being ever created: a baby child, I just wanted to bathe him with kisses, and rock him until he fell asleep. I know that the late hours fade like clouds moved by the wind. Only the memories will live forever in our hearts. Our baby has grown and walk his own journey, we were left behind... When he returns he'll always find our open arms, and in our hearts, a silent lullaby... Original Poem by Roxana Reyes Davis Copyright@06

	I wrote this poem moved by the certainty of loving my husband as much as I do. I was planning on surprising him somehow on, February, 2007 and the following poem was written as a first surprise for my Pat Pat... CLICK on the link to read: The More to Me

				A Poem for my Dear Pat, Journal, 2007

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