The Devastating Reality of Life
I wonder how things grow.
She remembers long ago.
My dreams go on pause,
As I say goodbye to Santa Claus.
I look at my grandmother's photo,
And I desperately try not to show.
Because these emotions I know,
I will not outgrow.
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