Pretty Glazed Heart.
Spring day.
You were in Kindergarten,
my youngest then,
my boy,
my C-Buds.
I volunteered
with a friend
to help all the kids
make clay
Mother's Day
hearts.
I remember
laughing
and loving
being there.
You are in
Fourth grade
now.
Mother's Day
is just a couple
months away.
You glazed
and marked
that clay
heart
four years ago
already.
And now you're my
middle child.
Still my boy. Still my C-Buds.
But closer to a young man
than you were
back
then.
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