That could go back
Into the past
And reflect whats coming
Would my choices be different?
Compromising everyday thoughts
Willing them not to be my last
Not enduring life
But running through the fields
on golden dandelions
Clutching, grabbing, holding
Remembering three young girls
On the shoulders
Of one strong Dad
Laughing , giggling, screaming
Capturing a moment
Lost forever in time
Or just bound
In the recess of my heart.
In loving Memory of Alice Teichrieb
October 11, 1956-May 14, 1994
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