I grew up under your careful watch, wondering who you were
the experiences of my childhood growth is now a colorful blur
little parts appear sometimes as lessons to apply
though some were shown and never taught, so I usually sit asking why
your older now and let out sighs whenever I ask you questions
it mostly ends with your hand on my shoulder, the gestures are sharp and mild
I smile knowing that when your eyes meet mines, your asking am I still your child.
Dakoro Edwards
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