this child
that once
belly laughed
ran the yard
tunneled
snow drifts,
so bundled you
barely saw
green eyes
brighten
runs
now away,
in other
ways,
something you
cannot hold
back, flies through
these times
toward places
you cannot go
only hope
evolves the scene
turns the corner
mysteries
recently created
stand transformed
in another
so small.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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