Stolen Hearts Found
My son Ryan made these hearts for me in ceramics class when he was still in high school.
They remind me of my three no-longer-little boys, my three sweet loves.
I used to keep these hearts on the windowsill in the kitchen, but recently noticed they had been relocated upstairs to the bedroom where Ryan slept for a few months between apartments. He left them behind when he moved out to live with his girlfriend.
When I'm dusting in the guest room, I'll find them again and remember when this silent house was filled with the sound of giggles and running feet.
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