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Four Seventeen

I remember holding her

so small 

so fragile

her cries were so soft

I determined to never let her go

Today is her eighteenth birthday

I made her crepes

her favorite

and we talk 

of what she might want to do

after college


I love her so much.
© Erik Hansen 2016


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