This poem made its way into my news feed this week.
And for some reason, it's words keep surfacing in my mind. Whispering to me that time is running out. Just like one of those "hurry, the sale is ending soon" commercials. Sometimes I ignore its warning because yes there is laundry to be done and dishes to be washed. But other times, like today, I give in to it's wisdom because today might be the last time Callie says "let's go to world rock".
I hope it's not The Last Time.
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