The transition away from
fuck you
leave me alone
mind your own business
finally came.
Other mothers
told me
it
would.
And now I
can hold you
in my arms
and we can
cry
about the missing
and the growing up
and the changes
and remember
chasing tadpoles in
the wading pool
and making hats out of paper bags
with leaves taped on
and sliding down
the front yard
all piled on the sled
and massive
squirt gun fights.
Now you know
that when I said
I love you
forever and always
no matter what
that I truly meant it.
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