I remember when,
As a child,
My mum would "blow raspberries,"
In my face...
She would tell me:
I would laugh, and laugh,
and giggle,
until the craze
meant I couldn’t wiggle
or scream, from paralysis.
I remember when,
As a teen,
I would blow raspberries,
In my cousins’ faces,
As I would babysit them
And play hide-and-chase
Until they came out screamin’
I remember when,
As an adult,
I would blow raspberries,
In my nieces’ faces,
Until they would dream of,
and scream for, wild raspberries.
I remember when...
All of that seemed not so long ago —
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC
I remember when,
As a child,
My mum would "blow raspberries,"
In my face...
She would tell me:
I would laugh, and laugh,
and giggle,
until the craze
meant I couldn’t wiggle
or scream, from paralysis.
I remember when,
As a teen,
I would blow raspberries,
In my cousins’ faces,
As I would babysit them
And play hide-and-chase
Until they came out screamin’
I remember when,
As an adult,
I would blow raspberries,
In my nieces’ faces,
Until they would dream of,
and scream for, wild raspberries.
I remember when...
All of that seemed not so long ago —
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