8
As he turns eight
I hope he’ll never know
all of the meaning imbued in him:
the thing that chains me to you for the next decade;
the unexpected irony that kept us together
while simultaneously, definitively, driving us apart.
I hope he’ll only remember
separate homes and shared time
being the June Gemini baby
to a mother who couldn’t handle the heat
but loved him with all the fire in her heart.
6/7/26
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This poem keeps us at the top of the slide until the last two lines free us to come down. Very well done.
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This is beautiful thank you for sharing!
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Superb write! I really enjoyed it!
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Beautiful and meaningful. I love how your words flow to such a deep last line.
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Oh, goodness! Those last 2 lines — namaste!
Thank you!!!