Five minutes ago...

you toddled up
slapped my face
stumbling
grumbling
running race
football jumper
muddy shoes
teeth that loosened
legs that grew
homemade bow
brand new shoes
not worn-out yet
underdaks the ones
that stretched
cotton socks
jeans that fit
it seems 5 minutes
where did you go?

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poem by Frances Macaulay Forde
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