Life

February 1, 2018

Dear mom,

Life is not simple.

I grew up thinking it was,

but the hard times hit.

Everything changed.

Lines faded, colors turned gray,

what I once knew, gone.

People disappeared.

I missed the times I once knew.

I wait to smile more.

From Reagan

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