Forced Change
Foolishly,
I thought that i could keep you out.
But who am I,
To deny my child a grandfather.
I know that i cant
But i want 2.
And with every passing week,
The deadline draws closer.
My time of peace and reflection,
Rapidly dwindling.
Every event
Every holiday.
Emotionally, I'm not ready.
But its not about me anymore.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2012
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