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Happy New Year to my Children
Isabelle5

Hand prints on craft paper
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and where have my children gone?
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Too soon they walked, they talked,
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they found their balance
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and the world.
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Swept up in school, the games,
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the rules, the after-class activities
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until the family nucleus was ruined
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or so it seemed.
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They come back to me in phone calls,
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pictures of their babies, tales of skinned
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knees and newly fledged and broken hearts.
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I laid my hand into the slippery paint of time,
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pressed it hard against this paper heart
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that beats and flows in these
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that make me Mother.
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31 Dec 13

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happy new year, Isabelle! all the best to you and your family of many children. xo
 — jenakajoffer

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