PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

breaking out

Thursday, Jun. 15, 2006
One day he's a toddler and you chase him down a narrow hall in your home…swearing to god you will catch him. I don’t think you can ever really do that…you watch your children grow up much in the way you see a butterfly come out of the cocoon…you know they will fly away….all grown up…too soon….






I'll give him this much...he picks the pretty girls....
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