My Genesis
Me growing from kid to teen
Waiting for my life to begin
Hanging outside in the green
Just playing with my older kin
She grew up and moved out by twenty
Missing my help through the house
Knowing there would not be any
My eyes were becoming rouse
Filling in the missing pieces
That she has left behind
Creates great opportunities
And responsibilities that are mine
When she left it was sad
But also it was a benefit
The assist helped me through the bad
This is my genesis
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