I feel a tug in somewhere deep inside
Its that cherub
With her smiling face,
Playing hide and seek with me.
She was a ninth-grader.
But she’s grown big,
A lady, now
And she’s still got
That delightful tinkle in her voice -
N e v e r fails to amaze me
Didn’t I speak to her for comfort
Just now, in my adult days
- she’s grown real life-size
Enough to give me a word
Of pondering thought or two
She’s always been there, somewhere
You know - there’s that feeling you have
That someone’s present, … with you
Though really far away.
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