Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Etheree

Girl.
Timid
little girl.
Adoration
for her big brothers.
They love and entertain,
care for, and always protect.
Grown up now, things are different.
Passing through all the stages of life.
Carefree days are gone, memories remain.

Tears well up, but I've learned to hold them back.
Didn't realize what I had back then.
Like a projector on repeat,
the images play for me.
Never laughing harder
than when they were here.
Promise me we
will not change.
Always
young.

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