This is the result of three revisions at a triolet. Took me a bit to understand the schematics. Patterns have never been my strong suit.
First children, then grandchildren.
The years move on so briskly,
they all grow up too quickly.
We hold the first so fiercely,
the ones who follow, elsewhere.
They all grow up too quickly.
First children, then grandchildren.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-05-28 at 20:03
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The Second Wave
They all grow up too quickly.First children, then grandchildren.
The years move on so briskly,
they all grow up too quickly.
We hold the first so fiercely,
the ones who follow, elsewhere.
They all grow up too quickly.
First children, then grandchildren.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-05-28 at 20:03
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