
Memories
emit visions
of yesterday,
when my little girl
lived to play.
Laughter echoes
from fading shadows,
as she runs among wildflowers
in open meadows.
Her sweetness
is forever
satcheled in my heart,
as life changes
and independence imparts.
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Memories emit visions of yesterday, when my little girl lived to play.
Laughter echoes from fading shadows, as she runs among wildflowers in open meadows.
Her sweetness is forever satcheled in my heart, as life changes and independence imparts.
Author notesprompt :satchel A contest entry
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