I Miss My Children (Life in an Old Shoebox)
January 3, 2011 Leave a comment
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.
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