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Feb 28
I think I took that photo.
The photo encapsulates,
But I can also see beyond
The edges of the frame.
White bathroom tiles, the kids
Splashing and singing in the bath,
Everything covered in bubbles,
Frog and duck stuck steadfast
To the wall, almost submerged.
Later, wrapped in blue towels,
Our cold first flat, with constant
Love like hot running water
Nurturing those two babies.
You said you felt like you
Were drowning, but look how
They've grown up so big
And strong. It's okay to
Share different memories.
Written by
Sam Lawrence  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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       Clay Micallef, Coleen Mzarriz and Cassian
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