parenting

I never felt upon the same page as pony

parents pushing hoping for a win to save their

lives to take the spotlight off their

shortcomings to make the future better than their

past to shape the way the bird would fly.

but today I saw myself in one so wonderfully

young and through my old and weary hazy

eyes I saw my wonders never cease and

found a way to plant the little seed of 

legacy I never knew I did desire.

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