Forget It

“Am I going to be a kid forever?” she asked with a certain sorrow.
“No, baby. There’s always tomorrow.
Why? Don’t you want to be a kid?”
“I do want to be a kid.”
There was no mystery as to why she said it;
I long for heaven though I often forget it.

Posted in Perspective, Poem for Your Day, Poetry

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