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Quarantined Child

There was a time before now, you will not remember much of.

You will remember recess, and your teachers

You may remember getting to run to school for the first time by yourself, knowing mom was watching you the whole way there.

You may remember birthday parties and social outtings before people wore masks and you couldn't play with the other kids

You might remember the playground

You might remember the restaurants, packed to full capacity

 

Now that times are changing,

I hope you remember PJs all day

Exploring and creating new worlds in the form of blocks

Homework with mom holding your hand the whole way through

I hope you remember the days we escaped it all at the river, far away from anyone else, just us and the water

I hope you remember the card games and nerf wars

I hope you remember the time you made a bike jump, and fell off it

 

I pray you remember the moments you're spending with your father, your best friends, the ones that love you more than anything

 

Times are changing my son,

And so are you

 

As you begin to explore new worlds, this world, I pray for you that you remember how far you've come

How far you can go

 

How lucky I am,

To be your Mother.

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sarah-alana-cayton
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Published
Jul 2, 2020
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