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Jun 2023
My little ones
racing through childhood
at a speed that feels breakneck.
I love your singing games,
piercing recorder at breakfast,
letters to Santa in July.
Your violins, tickle fests,
colourful plastic and tiny drawings.
Room service dessert,
toys instead of shoes.
Your hugs, your love.
Gappy teeth, smooth hair.
That you always pull scissors first β€”
never rock or paper.
Learning, learning, learning.
That we can find playβ€”
with deep belly laughing
for the three of us,
across our ages.
Written by
Janna B  F/Australia
   Lily Barrett
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