If you were my
granny
I could sit cozily
beside you forever
Secure in your gaze
and comfy in your care
Heedless in your
filial orders
asking questions
small, silly and joyful
And your replies -
wise, adorable and festive
Alas, this cannot
happen
I am too old for the
simple bungles
And too young for
such fairy talk
What training it was
listening to you
I am left longing To
revisit my upbringing
And see myself today
in much better light
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