“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.”
~ Stacia Tauscher
The world I know, a folder worn and brown, With inkwell stains and lessons handed down. Time in ledgers, lines of neatest script, Where knowledge marched on an ordered, measured trip. But you, my child, are born …
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