He called to me, from his kingdom
as I rested next to mom. She urged
me forward to the colorful structure.
His little hand led me to the slide
where he shrunk me eighteen years.
Weightlessly, he crawled over my
shoulders and onto my lap, hands
reaching for my grasp.
I couldn't help but to admire his
youthful spirit, racing to the top.
Looking down at the mother, I
yearned for a family of my own.
A child to embrace, teach and
who will bare me the gift of
innocents.
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