~~the Song~~

When minutes
become old
from waiting

the newborn sun's
rays
are vague in strength

I'll paint a picture
for him
not of diversity
or doubt,
but love that's put in
fiction-mode

the song
I'll write-
for memories to remain
constant

when we meet downtown
I'll tell him to
look for life's finds:

overcome
grow
explore
love
touch
aim high

and know
how I'm only an observant
on this life's stage.

by Silvana Krculic

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