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Pink Feathers

My Son

Poetic Thoughts

He’s looking at me his blue eyes, big and wonderful, and I wonder, “What he is thinking?”
“I miss you when I’m at school,” he says.
My heart smiles.
“Me, too,” I honestly say; but, I am with you in spirit and after school we share lots of fun time – and weekends too. You have nice friends and do great things. You are learning so much.” I encourage my son to shine, as he always does. His honesty is beautiful and will always be a force in our lives and in his own.
 

By: Paula “Poetess” Timpson

 
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