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A Rolling Stone

Can someone please tell me

When did this

become this?

And when did this little cutie

Turn into this beautiful creature?

And this one

Become a man?

The journey of mothering is a rolling stone on a hill,
Continually gathering speed.
The clumps of grass, the tree trunks, and hillocks
Only serve to pause the journey for the shortest of moments–
Perhaps just long enough to snap a photo
and freeze the instant in time.
And then the stone races on,
closer and closer…

To what?

The end of mothering,
as the fledglings fly.


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