Child,
You grow wild with the wind
And remote with passing of days
You form now a stranger
At the coffee counter
Breasts more full
The face of a woman
I dared never believe,
Me still seeing you
As that one year old,
Rocking to old Beatles records
Me hating the idea
That this transformation
Has shaped my soul
Etching lines to my face
Fat to my bones
Me crying over what
A surprise you are
Wishing constantly
For that little girl
I knew when
I was young
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