A small child
no more than five
a blue dress
and crooked knees
A dilapidated smile
with rows of imperfect teeth
if I get close to
you now, would your
messy hair smell
of baby shampoo?
Always laughing with
a twinkle in your eyes
without a care
I go back and
give you a hug
take your hand
and invite you to tag
along with me now
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