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Nov 2016
I cut the umbilical cord
and my son fell to the
floor screaming then silence.

"Then I spoke,

Kids moving out, emotions tears truth..
That ill always be here but the cord is broke.

They take a new path of independence,
Of new discoveries and sad times...
discovery and new memories forged.

But I'm your mother and will always be here when needed.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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