Our children,
our grown children,
might
or might not
know the secrets
of their parents
but they'll surely possess
secrets
of their own.
How strange
to know someone
so entirely
and also
not at all.
If the secrets were spilled-
red paint on white canvas-
would they regard us
with affection or
resentment?
Would we be
amused or
horrified?
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