Poetry

Not much

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To worry about today as I watch him jump in the puddles.

As if getting his jeans wet wasn’t a concern for him.

The freedom of getting so high with his jump and coming down was a thrill.

As the fun things in his life were a lot smaller than the list of things I had to get done were.

So getting dirty to have a moment of joy was worth it.

For he can always go home and throw them in the washing machine and call it a day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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