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Hide-And-Seek Child

Hide-and-seek Child Where did my little boy go, the cheerful one I use to know who’d run and play without a care? I can not find him anywhere. I thought I saw him yesterday when I looked out across the way, a little boy beside the tree playing hide-and-seek with me. He disappeared without a trace but I still see his smiling face and feel his hand as he touched me once upon a memory. I blinked and he became a man. It was not something I had planned but children grow so quick it seems as if they’re only ours in dreams.

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Date: 3/22/2019 11:55:00 AM
Great poem...where do. These little spirits go? Miraculous how they transform But..yes..your imagery is awesome. Panagiota
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 3/24/2019 11:49:00 AM
Thank you kindly Panagiota. Blessings, Susan
Date: 2/4/2019 3:49:00 AM
They certainly do; it seems like a day or two has passed and there they are, wanting the keys to the car. Yet, I recall when I was growing up; it seemed like it took forever. Life is strange but,the poem was wonderful.
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 2/6/2019 11:05:00 AM
Thank you ML Kiser. Yes, time flies. Even more when you're old. Blessings, Susan
Date: 2/3/2019 10:12:00 AM
So true they do grow very quickyl and change so much..
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 2/3/2019 2:03:00 PM
Yes they do Silent One. Thank you. Blessings, Susan
Date: 2/2/2019 11:13:00 PM
What a gorgeous poem; it has innocence, and feeling, and heartfelt "mama love" all over it. I adore it!
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 2/3/2019 2:05:00 PM
Thank you so much Caren. Funny, you said "Mama love." Before he died, my son( who would have been 50) called me every day. The last thing he always said was "I love you Mama." Hugs Caren, Susan

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