We were four generations until November of last year.
Now three, we easily traverse the boardwalk
swinging the littlest one between us,
the grandmother and mother.
The fourth generation would have watched
from a distance, no longer able to move on her own.
She is still with us, her shadow moves
next to mine, and mine next to my daughter,
Mira will walk amidst all of our shadows,
and in her own sunshine, innocent, free
in each moment
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