Fluff with your children, go on, play with them.
Spend time doing what seems like nothing
in the end, it is everything.
For that kind of fluff isn’t fluff at all
the old and young seem to know this better than the middle aged
So go fluff for awhile, connect, be apart of
Or listen to Harry Chaplin’s song cats in the cradle
time lost cannot be regained
spend fluff time now, and later it will not be fluff.
Moira Levant/COCOA2.com ©2017
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