The First Sleepover

I miss her now,
I’ll miss her then;
How does it work?
She’s not even ten,
But spent her first night with a friend.
She is up all night,
Till morning light.
She will sleep all day,
We all will pay.
A dim view I have,
Of days ahead.
I’ll never stop praying,
Till the day she’s graying.


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