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A poem I wrote about/for my second-cousin Claire, who's 4 or 5 now, I think. Relates to other children fitting the description in the poem as well.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 88 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-16-11 - id: 2915220
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I carried her.
("I can't reach.")
I played with her.
("The dragon's gonna get me!")
I held her hand.
("Look both ways!")
I put her shoe back on.
("You're the prince from Cinderella.")
I gave her my toys.
("They love each other. They're gonna get married.")
But when I see her
Next Christmas,
Will she remember?
Maybe that's why
[Children] are easier to be around:
They won't recognize you
When you come back, and
They won't miss you
When you leave.
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