The Other Side
No boxes left to pack, she turned and closed the door to ride
Folded papers open doors to life on the other side
Her two are small, she knows them well, from her they came to stay
They’re here until tomorrow and then back again today
They grow so soon she thinks and knows they’ll grow a little more
And she is growing--even though she’s younger than before
Her green eyes catch a glimpse of sun, she walks out toward their sound
Of whisper laughs and grab her leg…and leaves they throw around
She’s been there like so much before, remembering the sense
Of strangeness red and freedom blue and personal distance
She knows that fortunes faded gray will shift new like the tide
When she expects them least to pass, now on the other side.
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