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Playing pretend
"No you have to knock to wake me up"
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They knock...
And I smile
It resets the day ❤
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They knock...
And I smile
It resets the day ❤
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