To small to swim,
but too afraid to sink,
she flailed at the floating flosom,
desperate to cling to,
anything that would keep
her head above water.
Nothing to grasp,
limbs, lumber and logs,
just beyond her reach,
she treaded water,
and traveled with
the turbulent current.
Her short life swam past
inundating her mind,
like Kodak images
in a dog eared album.
Diapers, Dolls and Doilies entwined
with Sundaes, Swings and Slides.
Eventually the kindered current.
led her to a safe harbor,
where damp and disillusioned,
she made her weary way
to the welcoming shore.
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Written from experience? No matter, it is well written and I have been involved with a similar experience where there was a happy ending. Congratulations, you have stirred memories. Cheers, bob
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