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2020-01-28T11:45:44-08:00January 28th, 2020|Parenthood|

The order of things

I found a dusty scrap of paper
under the bed
a list of animals
numbered one to eight
and I knew it had been important
but I couldn’t remember why
so I asked my son
who looked at me
like I had forgotten my own name

those were my favourite stuffies
in order of who got to cuddle with me

which is when it all came flooding back
that day we lost the paper
and I suggested you cuddle any stuffy you wanted
which made you sob
with the responsibility
of so much justice.

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