NaPoWriMo 18: Grandpa’s Paper Boats

Tiny paper boats
Soaked in melted snow water.
I don’t talk about loss.
I am my father’s daughter.

Tiny paper boats—
When I was little, I thought they just swam, endlessly.
Now this little girl knows,
They dissolve in water, they too have a destiny.

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