This poem describes us at this very moment. Our mornings together are precious, and I am sure many of you have similar feelings about precious moments you share.
One of these days we will be apart—forever. Just not today. Today we sit together, quietly reading, maybe playing a game, but together. The future is out there in front of us, unknown, unseeable. What it holds will be seen—someday, just not today.
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