This picture is from the summer of 2009 when we went for a weekend trip in NYC
Airy mountains,
Airy mountains,
I love the view.
But through it all,
There's no sight of you.
Frolicking children in the pool,
But not one of them is either of you.
Days will come, days will go,
My love will stay for both of you.
This poem was written when I was in the mountains of Vermont, as I was watching AMM and QMM's cousins playing in the pool.
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