smaller than a football
you were, when laid eys upon you
with deep brown eyes
whist full black hair

run and jump
make noise
and turn around
now your tall
your smile almost 5 feet from
the ground

moved away I did to
another town
missing all of the
tiny things
when you came

now it’s your turn
take the lessons you’ve learned
pass them on
your little one
is my dearest concern

[finn perkins 9.12.2004]


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