Four Seventeen

  

I remember holding her


so small 


so fragile


her cries were so soft


I determined to never let her go


Today is her eighteenth birthday


I made her crepes


her favorite


and we talk 


of what she might want to do


after college


God


I love her so much.

© Erik Hansen 2016


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Published on April 17, 2016 06:39
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