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Dec 2017
The children are grown,
They have their own
It's the natural order
To leave the hearth,
And start.
No more journeys home,
They're there.
You see, I'm not alone,
I recall all we had
When we were home.
The exuberant joy and anticipation
On your faces on Christmas morn.
I had it all.
I have it all,
The past, our presence,
From first, to our last.
Time, my enemy.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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