Trust (II)

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Our two babes sit snugly
in their seats at the center of our van;
our two big kids have the back
and we the front.
He reaches over to hug
me, and in a flash I see us older,
stronger, wiser,
steady.
Somewhere, somehow, we make it;
We are both there at the end
together.

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