Just a shorty, reflecting on the present.

Sometimes when I long for past days,

For when I was younger,

When my daughter was younger,

I can become overwhelmed

By the tide pulling me back.

                                                                                        It crosses my mind that,

Despite all I command,

It still creeps up,

And for a momment

I am very weak.

                                                                                    Then I remind myself,

That this very moment

Will soon become my longing.

                                                                                   To remember,

To long,

For right now.

The End

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