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God Bless Time
As minutes turn into hours
As days turn into years
My children grow taller
I start to feel smaller
And I realize
More than ever
How frighteningly mortal
We all are
As I look into their faces
I see sweet vulnerabilty showing
Somewhere deep inside me
An uneasiness is growing
I can't get away from the knowledge
Of knowing
How the pain of their loss
Would murder my soul...
God Bless Time
poem
by
Erika Wingo
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