a few lines on the library lawn
i will remember this
you will not
you will grow older
and i will die
i know you now
and for this
moment and you
will never realise.
How your mother tied
your shoe
lace
and wiped
your face from
when you fell
into her lap.
Picked up
your tiny pink
pack and
carried
you away.
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