Poetry
Let the memories stay with you

The first sip of hot coffee waiting to enter my veins.
My children are asleep in their beds, curled up with stuffed animals and iPads.
Yes, it’s 2023.
The quiet is only broken by the sound of dog nails running to tell me hello against the hard wooden floor of my living room.
Playing half-a…
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