Sitting in the saddle,
I run my fingers
Over polished leather.
Relaxing, I let buddy carry me
without effort.
My mind drifts towards
city lights
and two small faces.
I want to share
this experience,
along with so many others,
with them.
But, like grains of sand
pulled by the wind,
my memories
carry them
where my body can not go.
Buddy stumbles,
on some unseen rock,
and I am jolted
to my present.
A present,
where tiny grains of sand
can never make me whole.
how did it make you feel?
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You wrote this one so well and that's a fact. I can see that it comes stright from you heart. hich still carries the and loss of your little ones.They may not can be with you but they are always in their in your hearts. Just as you they are in their.
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