Tuesday, March 14, 2017

to their own world

these are different children.
one
off alone,
picking flowers.
others on the wheel,
three on swings,
the seesaw holding two.
how quickly that sun
goes down.
the sky
flowered in pink,
violet,
blue.
these are different
children now.
ours have grown,
have
gone to where they need
to be without me,
without you.

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