Old photos of uncles and aunts, mother & brother; dredged
up old poems and stories of long ago - when escaping from
reality was my only Lodestar - love looking at my kids when
they were small - reading the poems in which I complained
That I did not want them to grow up; luckily I didn’t receive
any comments berating me for wanting to keep them small
and protected for evermore - today my son is preparing his
own butter chicken recipe & my daughter is charging about
In a fast car - I lost a myriad guardian angels to her as they
keep her safe, my son needs them even more & they are all
there for him - I’m joyful and at peace when regarding their
youthful antics knowing I did worse things when I was young
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