the child
is grown. those days of reading
at his bedside
over.
now I read
what he writes.
I go to sleep with it.
pull up
the covers
and doze off
to his words.
the circle is almost
complete.
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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