Child personality
226 creative works found
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Author: Sally Omar / Word Count: 141 / browse writing next / The years passed quickly / Each one faster than before / Hours flew by / Soon there would be no more She toiled very hard / Working on the land / Her face was wrinkled / Rough were the palms of her hand Her husband passed on / Children moved away / She now treasured every moment / Every single day Old fashioned was she / A woman of pride / Always told the truth / Never did she lie Could not understand / How things were so rearranged / People so different / The world had certainly changed She walked the path / Of the righteous …always eager to please / Prayed every day / Down on her knees She was often lonely / Missed her family and friends / Still she appreciated life / And would till the end She knew the day was coming / To unburden her load / She knew that soon / Would be the End Of The Road / Thanks very much Sally Omar :)
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Here are my boys and hubby checking out the clouds before a storm.
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I’m sure every one with children understands these moments quite well… Here is a photo taken of my oldest son..
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I can touch my toes… The original creation is on brown paper / with white gesso and black pen and leather / cord for her hair bows, then played a little with it in adobe photoshop
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Emotive piece of art drawn in Graphite Pencil…L K Southward- Iconic Art UK
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Chefchaouen is a city in northwest Morocco. It is the chief town of the province of the same name. Chefchaouen is situated in the Rif Mountains, just inland from Tangier and Tetouan. The city was founded in 1471, as a small fortress which still exists to this day, by Moorish exiles from Spain to fight the Portuguese invasions of northern Morocco. It was known as one of the main concentrations of Moriscos and Jews who sought refuge in this mountainous city after the Spanish Reconquista in medieval times. In 1920, the Spanish seized Chefchaouen to form part of Spanish Morocco. They returned the city after the independence of Morocco in 1956. The name ‘Chefchaouen’ refers to the shapes of the mountain tops that tower over the town, that look like the two horns (chaoua) of a goat. It literally means “look at the horns”. The blue-rinsed houses and buildings, are a tradition that comes from the town’s former Jewish population. (Care of Wikipedia) / The Blue City This photo won the “Urban Jungle” challenge at All Around the Styles group, October 3, 2008.
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Little girl smelling a white hibiscus.
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Here is another image taken today. To me, converse sneakers are the epitome of youth and they never seem to go out of fashion.. My parents wore them, I wore them and now my sons and daughter are already wearing them (by the way.. these were my pair of ‘connies’ which now my son is wearing). I just liked the way they portray youth and although each generation think they are better than the last; I think fundamentally they always stay the same.
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Little blond girl peeking inside a spring tulip. / Image redone in LucisArt.
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My daughter Zoe painted this when she had just turned 5, she is now 6. She is an amazing artist. Zoe and I will often have painting days together. She once told me “Why can’t I paint as well as you?” I was shocked and turned to her and said “Zoe, everyone’s style is different and your artwork is amazing – I wish I could paint like you!” People think I’ve taught Zoe how to paint but what people don’t understand is she has taught me more!! So I hope others enjoy her work as much as I do. I wanted to make a profile on here for her but because she is under 16 I wasn’t able to so I thought I would add a few pieces to mine which has really made her day – she is eagerly awaiting feedback :)
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Chefchaouen is a city in northwest Morocco. It is the chief town of the province of the same name. Chefchaouen is situated in the Rif Mountains, just inland from Tangier and Tetouan. The city was founded in 1471, as a small fortress which still exists to this day, by Moorish exiles from Spain to fight the Portuguese invasions of northern Morocco. It was known as one of the main concentrations of Moriscos and Jews who sought refuge in this mountainous city after the Spanish Reconquista in medieval times. In 1920, the Spanish seized Chefchaouen to form part of Spanish Morocco. They returned the city after the independence of Morocco in 1956. The name ‘Chefchaouen’ refers to the shapes of the mountain tops that tower over the town, that look like the two horns (chaoua) of a goat. It literally means “look at the horns”. The blue-rinsed houses and buildings, are a tradition that comes from the town’s former Jewish population. (Care of Wikipedia) / The Blue City II
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Yep. This is me about 40 years ago. And yes, I didn’t smile much. Not then. I had a speech impediment – a bad one. My father was a police officer (not soon after this pic he became a firefighter). Didn’t make me popular; not in the sixties. Not in a neighborhood like the one I grew up in, one surrounded by public housing and an ever increasing racial tension. I hated him for that. Especially since he had left us years earlier and rarely saw us. And on one of the few occasions he ‘graced’ us with his presence, it was in uniform. Way to go dad. To protect mysef I turned inward and begun to lose myself there. I had few friends, and even fewer emotions. I pretty much only had one. Apathy. I didn’t care anymore. I had learned that to care meant to hurt. After years of speech therapy and moving to the coast five years later. I learned something else. I learned that not all children are cruel. I learned that I loved horses and the freedom of going places my feet never could. I learned that I was never alone, not even in my thoughts. And it was okay. It was okay to talk different, to think different, to be different. And now, forty years on, I learned finally that its okay to be….me. I look at this picture and cry. I mourn for all those years I lost because others convinced me I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t normal, and I wasn’t loved. But those tears quickly fade. They were wrong. They were all wrong. I am good enough. I am normal. And I am loved. Okay…I may be stretching it with the ‘normal’ part. (Author’s prerogative) I titled this ‘little girl lost’. But don’t worry. I found her. And she’s doing just fine.
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Little girl in the middle of a day lily field. Image redone in lucis art.
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Little blond girl sitting in a field of daisies.
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Little girl with a watering can full of summer flowers.
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Little girl having a serious conversation on a cell phone.
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Little girl enjoying the speed of life. One of my favorite images of my oldest granddaughter redone in LucisArt.
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Young boy venturing into a field of tulips.
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Little girl in a field of wild daisies with “that look”.
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A little family is watching the waves at Crete.
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TShirt Sale Thanx
by Karin Taylor/ “I CA…
/ I CAN TOUCH MY TOES My Tshirt – I Can Touch My Toes – sold today, first time!!!.....and a big thank you goes out to the lovely purchaser who prefers to remain mysterious and anonymous :) thank you from the bottom of my heart, you made my day…hope you love it!
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