Look At Her

It's midnight
In a crib holds a baby
She's one and a half
Sleeping with her head at the foot
and her feat at the head
She doesn't speak
She never liked to crawl
Her room decorated with
Winnie-the-Pooh...
her mother's idea.

She doesn't know she'll grow up
that middle school with suck,
but high school will get better.
That Granny will die
before she's sixteen
And Dad will get sick
on Kindergarten Graduation
Or she'll look like her
mom, when that birthmark fades
But I know
Don't you see...that's

Me!

I'm the baby!

But now I'm sixteen.





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