how fast
they leave,
the children
once under
foot, and on
the swing.
how quickly
they move to
the side of their
own lives,
making room
for their dreams,
leaving you
behind,
as it should
be.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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