A Short Poem for my Daughters

AFTER ME

It’s nice to know that when I’m gone,

there’s things that will live on and on.

Like trees and seas and stars and fluff.

Millions of big and little stuff.

But my one joy is that when I’m through,

what lives on past me is you.

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