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Sep 2015
My home is quiet now.
Soccer
basketball
track...
Football games that evolved
From Saturday to Friday night
back to Saturdays even to Sunday
are memories-
cherished.
Home made pizza and pool parties
rambunctious boys
who fought, loved
and fought some more...
now beautiful
men, husbands, fathers.
Yet my heart
and aging mother's eyes
still see the curly haired
big brown eyed
laughing smiles
of carefree little boys-
who still may need me
someday...
and I need them
to chase the quiet away.
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