So many jobs lined in queue,
But just outside my window frame
I hear my little children squeal
Delighted laughter at a game
They are creating for this moment
In the culmination of now and here.
Tomorrow the game is dissolved away
Today is the day to hold it dear,
And I am so thankful to hear,
To have these moments to draw near
While childhood is still composing.
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