Children are like
commas,
I think.
They bring
pauses,
in a day of important things.
Little hands touch our face,
they clarify,
Love.
Making sense of the world:
a bird, a worm,
a friend.
They distill it all
and we have to ask,
what is important.
The broken sleep and all the time,
join our independent selves
to someone else.
Children are like
commas,
I think.
And how confusing is the world
without the punctuation
of Life
Oceans Never Fill 
The talent you have friend!! This is beautiful. I think my favorite poet is Lydia Schaible ❤️❤️😘
It truly is important to pause for those commas because they are the actual life worth living.
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You are too kind, friend. I sure miss you!
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Good one Lydia
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Even without rhyming! 😉
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