Poetry
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Little Shadow
She’s small. Just watching me. I don’t even speak. But she hears, Copy me. She laughs at my shadow. I see so much more. A little girl who wants to be. Grown up, just like me. I hear her little voice. Five years old today. She says, Look! Can you see it? I’m walking in… Continue reading
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Little Feet
Here we go again. Where? I cannot say. She takes us everywhere That she wants to play. And, off we go! Thud. Thud. Thud. We almost tripped that time. We almost always do. And, left before right. Or is it right before left? Can we move both together? CRASH! That’s a no! Curious, she pats… Continue reading
