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i.
Tiny wet footsteps
fleeing from bathtime suds spill
giggles into the air.

ii.
Dad’s shoulder becomes
the preferred pillow, beating
a blush-pink car seat.

iii.
Scraped knees and homework
are soon forgotten amidst
Barbie tea parties.

iv.
Wire-caged smiles
and rose-flushed cheeks scan sneakers
among first dances.

v.
Prom’s sore-armed updo
is lost to open windows,
loud songs, speeding fines.

vi.
Empty walls bring tears,
a fresh start, missed phone calls and
a life unrestrained.

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