9/27
We set you on the path, a glittering walkway of carefully aranged shattered glass.
Quick little footsteps over inlays of brass.
We guided your steps, but it wasn't long before your feet took their own directions.
Skimming the surface of endless imperfection.
We called out your name, and you gazed at us quietly with no intention to return.
Ignoring our earnest expressions of concern.
And we know that you'll chose your own way.
And while we offer guidance you get final say.
And while sometimes it's difficult that is ok
We will love you tomorrow just like we do today.
Photo: Melissa
Poem: Steve
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