Like Me
I didn't know if you could hear
But every word I said to you sounded perfectly clear
Remember the day we walked along
The hill was steep and wet
You held my hand tight in yours
Saying there was nothing to fret
The stories you told
were when you were young
Of things I needed to see
Important tips
to try and avoid
So you won't grow up
like me
I smoothed the hair on your brow
Each wrinkle I'll never forget
I held your hand tight in mine
Shh now, there is nothing to fret
Cathy
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