is empty,
the safe
harbor
for children
now hollowed out
by
what's left,
when
the outgrowns
of childhood,
the remnants of holidays,
the toys in the attic,
the strollers,
the bikes
and skateboards,
the clothes
that no longer fit
remain,
how can she not cry,
and grieve,
her heart is bittersweet
with the knowledge
that
those days
will never come again.
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