Looking for a gift to give him, today sixteen; I
saw wonderful notepaper – never see that kind
of thing when looking for something for myself
now is not the time to indulge, must think of a
treat that will delight someone else
The small person I used to love who have grown
into the big boy with the thick hair, a serious mouth,
questioning eyes and an abhorrence for lies - a big
chocolate cake, anything to fill the hole in my heart
where that small boy used to live - the big one
Lives somewhere else…
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