I never see you
but I feel you;
As you pass
these wily days
remembering
your meandering walk
your laugh and talk
goneby...
I wish I'd see you
in my dreams
or on the lane
And touch
the happiness
That we knew then
When you were
a child Babe
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letting go
it all starts the moment you give birth
marti
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