Reborn
We were two and became one.
We created quite a team.
Now our children are grown.
One by one they left
home.
One went in search of a
better life. Another left for
college, and never visits
or writes.
The last of our brood
married and has a team
of his own. At least this
one's close to home.
Now we're in our final inning.
Let's live each new day like
it's a new beginning.
Copyright © Carolyn Marie Baatz | Year Posted 2022
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