sweet sorrow

slipping steadily down the slide

sorrow waits for me at the bottom

welcoming her into my fold

I know there is no other way

she comes 

we play 

chase among the wood chips,

hanging on the monkey bars,

riding on the see-saw,

swinging side by side

until it’s time for her to go

but one thing I know

she always returns 

and I can’t out run her

so instead

I ask her to play

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