A single thread bridges the vast canyon between innocence and worldliness...
The mother watches her girls at play and wonders...
How strong is that strand?
Is it made of titanium?
Or is it fragile, like a fiber of silk?
The mother knows that it will break soon enough...
Childhood doesn't last forever...
She sits and watches them on the swings...
Fighting to see who can climb the highest...
They jump in unison...
Soaring through the air...
Hair blowing back away from their joyous faces as they fly...
Each almost fourteen...
Practically women, if you ask them...
Barely out of diapers, if you ask their mother...
A single tear falls fast down her face as the sun lowers on the horizon of her daughters' youth...
Oh to stay young forever!
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