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    This was it—her last chance to spend time with Zoe before she went off to college—her first time out of the country, but maybe the last for that, too.    This was it—her last chance to spend time with Skylar before it was all college, all the time. It was nowhere near her first time out of the country—not even her first time to Canada—but it was her first time alone (with Skylar, that is), and maybe the last for that, too.    Am I ready for this? Tucking an unruly strand of dark blonde hair behind her ear, Zoe triple-checked her luggage, making sure she had everything from sweaters to her swimsuit folded an

Saturday, December 9, 2028 I’ve spent too many hours Putting off this final poem. Even writing these words Today feels wrong, like I’m doing it too early, But if I keep putting It off, I’ll never write it, And if I never finish, You’ll never get to Hold the book in Your hands. Maybe endings Aren’t so bad after all. But if I only have One more chance to Say anything I want In these poems, I want to say something To someone other than You, my wife. I want the chance to Write at least one poem To you, my child. Maybe you’ll never Grow up to read these, But I want it written On published paper That I love yo