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May 2019
I remember the first time I left you at the childminder's
Walking down the street feeling strange but free
Nothing to push or carry
And now you're moving out
For the second (or is it the third?) time
And I feel exactly the same
Is that wrong?

But I think that I will feel that something's missing
When you take your Lego men off the shelves
He's 29! Love our grown men-children.. he writes poetry too, so it's all good
Isabel
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Isabel  49/F/England
(49/F/England)   
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