My eye spins inward
Mulling and musing
Considering over the paradigm shift.
We are moving forward
a family never still
smack in the middle of living
These days we cleave to learning and growing
no more pining or breeding -
That focus pressed away
A burning soft memory, those days.
hidden away, sweet and dear.
That first full flush of motherhood.
Replaced by the absolute energy
of This. This. This.
Crashing tide of life abundant.
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