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Like those nesting dolls
in graduated sizes
my sons became
encased each year
inside of bigger boys.
Now grown and sealed
inside tall men
they’re unaware
I still see through
a mother’s eyes
to all those younger little boys
still playing deep inside.
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(c) 1992, 2021 Betty Hayes Albright
(A re-post; also previously published in Skipping Stones)
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This week my first born son turns 50….!
(Hard to grasp, as I still haven’t accepted that I’m over 50! 😊 )
And I still often see that little boy still playing deep inside him.
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