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Jun 2015
It was one of those days
Like being all out of paper products
Or your last pair of dress socks
Only worse
Much worse
It’s not so much how much you love them
But the realization of how much they loved you
They planned for you
And thought of you
Before you were even born
And a day never passed
That they didn’t love you
Even when you let them down
And cursed their name
And counted the days until you could leave home
And then that day came
And you rejoiced
While all theycould do was cry
And now history has passed
Everything you have ever known
Or read about
Is a part of them
A world that collapsed
A world at war
Nations fighting over holy land
Because they couldn’t share God’s love
And the fight for a man to be treated like a man
And an eagle that landed
All of this happened
And the entire time they loved you
And while you knew they wanted something simple
Such as a phone call
Or even a thank you
You still held them at arm’s length
And now you want them in your arms
To tell them these things
But it’s too late
Too late because it is
A moment has passed
A lifetime has passed
And suddenly you know about life
And each day brings a reason for tears
Because your entire life is now day to day
Because it’s your turn to be the one who loves
And as the leaves turn brown
You look to your children
And hope that while they curse you
And long for freedom
That one day they will know this day
And realize what you meant to them
And what they meant to you
And in the dreams of the future
And remembrance of the past
Today shall mark time
And watch the sun set once again
As the chance to come together
As parent and child
Has lost another day
Mark Lecuona
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