I Miss My Children (Life in an Old Shoebox)

I miss my children –
The very life of them –
The up and down of seesaw,
And, the back and forth again.

I miss my children –
The laughter and the tear,
The playful and the pouting,
How I wish they all were here.

I miss my children –
The reason and the rhyme,
The rattled day’s disharmony
That never falls in line.

I miss my children:
“She had so many memories she did not know what to do.”
I miss my children and
I wish they missed me, too.

© Sally Paradise, 2010, All Rights Reserved

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