Life · Poetry

Crayons and Colored Pencils

I picture her walking with her little back pack
Her curls all tamed in two braids
I can see me holding her hand as I walk her to her bus stop
Waving her goodbye and smiling because she’s my lil baby
And I sit here feeling a regret so heavy 
Because in reality I can never do that 
I can never wave her goodbye
Because my lil baby doesn’t exist
And I don’t hold my reasons against me 
But I do sometimes wish 

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