I hope they remember the laughing and hugs.
The blown kisses, and warm snuggles.
The lullabies and morning sleep-ins.
I pray they cherish the togetherness, the center.
The meaning.
I try to gently introduce the world,
to my world,
it gets hard to watch innocence dry up
shriveling to a tiny ball kept deep inside.
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In the crease there is a shadow,
in the dark it is quiet.
And you can hear every rain drop fall.
There is no laying on the grass staring at the dew.
So far below the heavens,
so close to six feet below.
The dew slides down an inch of grass to the earth.
And absorbs to dust and mud.
Clouds move and the dew becomes glitter
sprinkled upon a low world.
Reach to the heavens.
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Waiting impatient
I follow my mind around
It visits the photos in my room,
It visits it's quiet corners.
It seems to circle earlier conversations.
Waiting pressures my will to stretch,
expand,
and tower my impulsive urges.
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