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Sep 2018
I think to myself...
That could have been
One of my children out there
How swiftly
Death can strike
Behind our backs
Beyond our sight

As I tuck my children in
I kiss there eye lids
To fill their dreams with love
Thankful for another evening
Generous is their hugs

As another day slips away
So heavily we hold on
With love as big as the universe
We dream into the dawn...
Traveler Tim

Once was a single parent of three.
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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