This morning was a noise I'd not really heard, it was one that took me into my own hurt.
As the vibration increased we found out the problem that hit, a poo half way that she could no longer commit!
Each moment giving nothing but more grief, as she lay down I do what I can but there is no relief.
Time had just stop, I felt nothing but her discomfort. The tears in her eyes unable to fall but finally it moves and I comfort the loop of pain.
With tears in my heart I'm ready to log this for future reference of moments that caused to much fear.
I hold her close to my chest thinking she so distressed, within the flick of a switch, a cry turns into a coo!
I was still riding the emotional waves, she was already enjoying outta space.
In the young we can see our own escape, for a reality of what they wish to create.
Like a kaleidoscope we move together to form different shapes.
Each with our own looking glass to see an imperfectly perfect place
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sharing as I reflect with a video of never dwelling on it, much peace and respect.
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The young can show us our previous lives.
Great for her to know that she has such loving parents and it will ever be so.
Andy
I could always be more and better at being me my friend!
Always appreciate your time
Enjoy your day
no doubt in my mind sir.. she got great parents … luv this post too..
Always appreciated buddy!
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