Family Memories

In search of family memories

I celebrate the day;

Now, growing up seems more like all

The games we used to play

 

Our breathless brand of hopefulness,

A type of slow ballet —

But like the sun that lit our backs

It all just fades

Away

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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