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for my girls.

grey brown green and blue
they look up to me
and cherish you.

every morning
giggles tears or screams
stir from another room.

no rooster needed
a cock-a-doodle-do
would do no good.

the day begins
you lead these faces
to far off places.

with books
stories
and new adventures.

nap time brings reprieve
two hours of selfless cleaning
a reward for your help less leading.

when I get home
it’s half past six
work is long and arduous.

you are here
balancing the world
juggling our four girls.

beautiful.

i shed all malcontent
when i see my girls
eyes so full of wonder.

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One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old
planet earth.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
then does it again, and again—the same old round.
The wind blows south, the wind blows north.
Around and around and around it blows,
blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.

Ecclesiastes 1