On Finding Someone long lost

Growing old—I grew up,
Stopped hugging grief.
Rediscovered,
The child in me.

Happy just to be.
I wonder
How did I lose touch with it?

Careful
Like a mother,
Now I nurture.

poem by Mamta AgarwalReport problemRelated quotes
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