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Kid Years
"Easter is coming", the cat reminds me.
I stare at him quietly.
"It no longer means anything to me",
I reply to him, "since the kids have gone."
It occurs to me I marked time so closely
related to holidays, birthdays and events
that meant something to my children.
In their absence time slowly rolls on,
those days leaving only reflections
of a less lonely life
Published 27th May 2018
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27th May 2018 6:04am
Anonymous
27th May 2018 1:37pm
Every year I offer to hide eggs for my daughter. She laughs and says she's too old. Time is not marked on a clock, but by the memories it keeps. Feeling this one, Sandman
...ever your Willow
...ever your Willow
28th May 2018 3:17am
I guess the best we can hope for
is continued traditions with
the newer generations.
We are immortal!
Sandman
is continued traditions with
the newer generations.
We are immortal!
Sandman
Anonymous
28th May 2018 7:52am
My Dearest Sandman - I relate to this ink in an odd way - I was always the one excited about holidays and the boy was always “meh” for anything other than Santa - birthdays didn’t even compare for him...now any holiday, birthday or event for me is just another day...still it is sad in its reminder of the way things played out and are...
Xoxo T
Xoxo T
28th May 2018 8:03am
No one warns you to drink deep of life
because in time everything fades
The magic slowly drains away
until the end we return to
a colorless dust
Sandman
because in time everything fades
The magic slowly drains away
until the end we return to
a colorless dust
Sandman
