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Ritually Retired
She yearns for the yawns
of a little one – bath-time
splashes and sugar kisses
story-time and bed snuggles
tucking in and lights off
leaving the door open just
so – she yearns for the yawn
of time to shut its mouth and
hiccup her back to bedtime
now melted into memory –