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Life Without you
Walking. One of the first of a handful of things I did as an infant To the amazement, pride and delight of my parents. One foot in front of another, Arms reaching out for the haven of father's embrace I probably shrieked with innocent joy at my own accomplishment. Walking. Down your driveway, having collected my keys I never felt as unsteady, I feared the very ground beneath me would give way. No safe haven, no loving embrace awaiting me, Only the bleakest of prospects: a life without you. Thank you to terrilee for the awardicon & for selecting this poem as the winner of the
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