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Look down at my watch
Sixty minutes have passed
Time to go

I take my daughter’s hand
And lead her away from the crowd
She sadly, stubbornly stares up at me
Just a little longer?

I was the same way years ago
When I was only small
My mother and I would come here
To the pond in Central Park
When the air was crisp as a fresh picked apple

It was my sweet serenity,
My home away from home
The sound of scissors cutting paper when blades hit ice
Snow like a blanket of fleece as far as the eye can see
Laughter, joy, happiness

I could have stayed there forever
But sixty minutes was all she allowed
For that was not enough!
I begged for longer, even just a little
Disappointment alwaysfollowed me home

I release my grip
And stand facing the crowd
Her big, beautiful, blue eyes soften
Oh, why not?

Look up at the sky
How quickly the minutes pass!
Time to skate





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