Contributor: Jennifer Adams Teasley

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Forever child
playing in the fields
of yesterday’s dreams,
caught in never-ending exuberance.
Still life, yet moving through
memories re-enacting themselves out
in bitter-sweet minds of those
left behind.

Perpetual immaturity
little one captured in tender age,
everlastingly beautiful.
Traversing outside of time,
yet caught in time, statuesque
adolescent darling,
there you remain for keeps.


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I am a forty-something mother, wife, and grandmother. I am a fairly new poet and writer. I have always had a profound love of the written word. This is my very first submission. Taking this step is just thrilling for me!