I guess I got into some sort of mood . . .

Summer ends
as school begins.
Time to move the stack of books
that hides my alarm clock.

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Puppy, you are so like a toddler,
with your favorite toy baby
and peeing on my floors.
Guess I don't need another.

Waxing Poetic

So, with a little over 24 hours to go before my baby officially starts Kindergarten, it seems I'm starting to feel the weight of the situation. So, I'm waxing poetic.

Kindergarten. Goodbye baby.
Time to live your life,
to find your own path.
Time for me to find mine.

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The journey ahead of you seems incredible
to you.
It seems incredibly intimidating
to me.