you toddled up
slapped my face
stumbling
grumbling
running race
football jumper
muddy shoes
teeth that loosened
legs that grew
homemade bow
brand new shoes
not worn-out yet
underdaks the ones
that stretched
cotton socks
jeans that fit
it seems 5 minutes
where did you go?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant reminder of all those add-up minutes which seem to compress the further we go, Frances. I don't know what 'underdaks' are but I frequently ask that final question. A little capsule of wonder. Jimmy