Growing Up Poem
Kristi. Age 12. Toronto, Ontario
                      As their lullabies seem to levitate
Into the stars we watch them float
As we gaze into the darkness
There seems to be a note
A note of which sort softens the side that you know
A note of which sort that tells you what to realize
A note of which sort confesses;
“Growing up may take some time”
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