I can't remember being a baby
Although therapists tried hard
I re-read diaries, Dad's obituaries
Like a stranger's nostalic birthday cards.
I'm like making an ice cube
Like making a cup of tea
Every minute you are changing
By your look, you're changing me.
Yet some things keep repeating
Like a favourite old tune
Like the goodwill card behind my screen
Which wished me Get Well Soon
You can change with criticism
You can change with smiles and praise
You can just accept what is, it is
Moments of brief joy in all our days.
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