My Daughter, The Coffee Snob, Accidentally Left a Quart of Cold Brew in My Fridge
The morning smell of her.
She’s only been gone three days
and I miss her so.
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Such a tender poem.
Thanks, Karen.
What a beautiful first line. Poem to make a parent cry!
Yes, the leaving of children, even when they are adults. They are always our children.
Nice! This poem says so much about tenderness.
Thanks, Nancy.
With just a few words, you really convey that feeling of joy when our kids are home.
And it is such joy. Thanks, Colette.
I love long titles with short poems. This poem is so moving!