I remember

A girl who I once knew

Who loved horses,

The smell of rain,

Long summer days

And the quiet sanctuary of

Her little imaginary world.

Her dream world;

Her safe cocoon.

One day, I knew it was time to leave.

The garden gate opened and we parted ways.

Now she has found a place in you.

Though I know one day you too will leave

Part from your cocoon

And fly.

But you will never forget who you were

Before you left

Your childhood. -J. Hamilton


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