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Sep 2021
I met you on your porch
And I knew that you’d be more
Than a family friend,
To visit again
And I wasn’t even four

I was far from afraid of you
2009, you were brand new
Sleeping buried in your neck
Clutched and clung to your leg,
I’d hold your hand, or fingers of two

I didn’t know it then
but you’d become my best friend
Singing in the car
That I wouldn’t recognize you again

I thought you might want to call your own daughter...

Gwendolyn Alaine
Written by
Gwendolyn Alaine  F
     Imran Islam and Thomas W Case
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