5 and 7 Is Equally Beautiful

( a poem for seeing this age as clearly as the last )

5 and 7 is equally beautiful!
It’s my mind that tells me it’s not
Perhaps because I documented more back then?
I wrote. I mused.
I lingered a little longer at the touch of their heads and the tips of their nose
Yet now is equally beautiful.
They are them. They are unique. And they give back!
Benio today said to me, “Mummy are you cross with me?” and my heart sank
Because, in some ways, I was, but equally, I wasn’t
See it as equals Sophie.
See this time as equally beautiful - because it is!
That’s no lie - it’s a fact!

Sophie

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