"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to let you in."

-- Robert Frost

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

train of thought

I met a wise mother who had just sent her last off to school. 

"Don't cram too much into the end." she said.

Inevitably, it happens regardless.

I love beginnings.

I don't love endings.

My baby is turning into a little girl

My little girl is a woman full grown.

There are stacks of pictures.

Memories piling up in my head.

Waiting to be sorted.

And one day, recorded.

A time that will come.

Like an unstoppable train.

But there is no return ticket on today.

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