by Mary Guimont

Created on: June 12, 2009   Last Updated: February 12, 2011

She reflects in a picture book

Of photographs she once took

Of the children she left behind

Always promising to return to them in time

But time flew, the children grew

And now when they look at one another

What do they see?

Not a child who sees his mother.

But a stranger time has made.

The chances of hope that time has taken away

Of what they lost and what they  could of had

To think of one another is too sad

Of once was and never can be

Of forgotten hope and lost dreams

If she had only knew

If she could of only seen

She would have given up everything

So for today, she will reflect in this book

Of what life gave and time took

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