Poem: Ballerina
Pink bag
sits on the floor
half empty
hair ties
pointe shoes
lipstick
blush
a tall water bottle
A memorial
to childhood dreams
and idyllic
carefree
years.
Poem: No Longer Needed
That sinking realization when you understand that they don't need you anymore They're outgrown you they can survive without you When it is so gradual that it sneaks up on you but the inevitable gut punch is that while you become aware they still act the same but their actions confirm it every hour or every day.
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