measuring time
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fifty centimetres
no more and no less
that is what you were
the day you arrived
on a distant winter morn
fifty centimetres
of pure wriggling joy
just the right size
to hold-to soothe
in the crook of an arm
to cuddle- to clasp
close to a heart
but look at you now!
almost my height
‘bend a little Amma..
so that I look tall!’
you whisper as we pose
seems just yesterday
I was rocking you to sleep
seems just this morning
I watched your tottering steps
time flies in moments
that I know for sure
in a swift blurry motion
ten years are gone
but as we stand close
side by side like this
heads almost touching
I realise anew
time flies now
in centimetres too
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