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This Poetic Present

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This Poetic Present skip to main | skip to sidebar This Poetic Present Sunday, July 14, 2013 A Grief to Remember As I tucked my girls into bed, Sunny began asking when one of her friends is coming home. I had not mentioned to her yet that I spoke with that girl's mom-to-be and found out this girl would not be coming home. I shared the bad news with Sunny. For a second she smiled in disbelief. "No, Sunny, I'm serious. She's not coming home." Then came the sobs. A little squeaky vocal cry, holding back the screams she felt inside...the disappointment. Her hands threw her night cap up and down like a whip. She fell onto the bed in a crunched heap. I picked her up and put her on my lap. She didn't fight me...but she didn't really want me either. Libby started flipping out. When people cry out loud it scares her. I'm not sure why. She started crying hard saying she was going to have nightmares...something she really does struggle with. Then Gracie starts to cry. She feels ev...

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