Time

For the mothers whose children have grown. We never lose sight of once was. Those memories stay with us. They are tucked away from inside of our heart. We hang them out occasionally. Stand back and stare at our early days. Days that we thought would never end. They were exhausting but I would never trade any one of them. They have completed my life. Our journey. The journey. Of learning to love apart of us.

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