don't care. gum
in their hair,
chocolate
on their lips.
jackets un zipped
out in the snow.
mittens lost
as they sled down
the hill
in frightening speeds.
the little toes that froze.
they don't care.
they've got
a mother in the window.
shaking her
head. looking out.
she's always there for
the bumps
and bruises,
at this age, and for
the broken hearts
when old.
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