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Timmy

 

he's now a grown man, mama

don't stand out in the rain

he will not be returning soon

there's nothing to be gained.

 

our job to guide him finished

the apron strings must fall

we taught him love and tenderness

in truth, those things are all.

 

the world is now before him

long races to be run

he makes his way as we once did

Godspeed to him, our son.

 

the folding knife he left me

is pressing on my side

a sudden wrenching grips my soul

that cannot be denied.

 

your tears are masked with raindrops

such tears--the bird has flown

stay there; i need to join you now

that i may hide my own.

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