The Little Cycle MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   When my smooth hand covers your twisted bones,

I remember when I was the little girl.

It was I then, who perched on the stairs to stretch

As tall as you,

But now it is I who stoops to embrace your crooked frame.

It was you then, who brought me orange juice and

Golden Grahams,

But now it is I who brings you a glass of milk.

It was you then who stood by your cutting board and

Taught me how to make meatballs,

But now it is I who makes the salad and

It is you who sits and blankly stares.

It was you then who watched cartoons for me,

But now it is I who watches Jeopardy for you.

It was I then who was the little girl,

But now it is you.

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