Category: Poems
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Back in those strange, slow, stay‑home days, when the world paused life in a thousand ways, you worked at your desk with your coffee in tow, while Jackson—just seven—let his little mind grow. His feet barely touched the floor back then, his days full of questions he’d ask you again, and right on his desk,…
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Last night I asked my mom a thing that made her eyebrows freeze: “Do you think God gets hungry, Mom? Does He like grilled cheese?” I pictured Him up in the clouds, just sitting on His knees, and maybe angels bring Him snacks whenever He says please. Then I asked, “Who made God first? Did…
