In the city,
where I hide
kids cut loose
on blades of grass
Where the daisies dare not grow.
But beyond the bitter weeds
Lies beyond their years
A patch of dirt
That speaks to me
It whispers the melody
Of daffodils who will love again
Of daphne who will live forever
Of dandelions that cannot be blown away
Kids need predictable love, not perfect parents.
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