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Magical Days

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I'm very much the nostalgic sort.
In the past I seem to be caught.
Looking back to my girls at play.
I have those thoughts every day.

Magical days of children young.
When every night lullabies sung.
I loved those times so very much.
Now days lack that magic touch.

Children get older, course they do.
I love them as much, that is true.
Still proud to be their loving Dad.
Just miss the best days I ever had.

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Mike Bartram

Sat 16th Dec 2017 12:49

Thank you for reading and nice comment!


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 24th Nov 2017 20:58

And that's why the role of grandparents is so rewarding. Not rushing it, mind you, but hoping those days will come to you. Getting through the 'teens' is the really hard part; one minute - more child than adult. The next - exactly the opposite. A good poem about a very real common experience.

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