christmas poem

26 December 2010 § Leave a comment

growing up is when
your daddy’s back-when-i-was
hits you deep,
and you barely remember
that pile of shiny concealment
that used to loom a mountain;
when it’s past magical
and wrapped in love,
and better than ever before.

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