Making Forevers. . . . .

Making Forevers. . . . .
Forever. . . . .
How is it measured?
In the smile of a child,
Or the laugh of a dear friend?
Is it the warmth of a loved one’s arms
Holding us tight in the
Dark of the night, or the tear
From a loving mother’s sadness?
Forever. . . . .
When is “Forever” done?
Is it over when the child
No longer has a reason to smile?
Is it over when the dear friends
Laughs are no longer heard?
When the warmth of love is gone,
Is “Forever” done, or is “Forever”
Done when the mother’s sadness
No longer breaks her heart into?

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