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When I look at you, my grandchild,
You remind me of me,
When I, too, was a child,
Squinting beside my granny’s knees.
Your eyes and how they stare,
Your lips and how they smile;
Whenever I see your face,
My mind runs back to the past too far.
When I look at you, my grandchild,
I begin to remember all that I did.
Our games of hopscotch and narfoo;
I remember playing lappa with the other kids.
Your tinkling voice reminds me of songs,
I heard the bluejay sing.
It reminds me of the joy on our faces,
When the last school bell rang.
When I look at you, my grandchild,
I still can’t believe I have become feeble and old.
Yesterday, I who was flexible and agile;
Yesterday, I whose skin glittered like gold!
But right now, as I look at you,
I want you to enjoy your childhood while you still can.
Cause if you become old like me one day,
This is the same thing you will have to say.
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