What if she doesn't remember me?
How I held her in my arms.
How much I loved her,
And still do.
How the world revolved around her,
And still does.

I remember...
The way her golden curls formed a halo around her head.
The way her freckles were sprinkled around her nose.
The way her eyes endeared the stars,
And her smile made beauty itself envious;
Innocence personified.

Gone before she could waddle around on her cubby legs.
Before she managed to murmur her first syllables,
Or scribble exotic creatures along the wall in crayon.

Staying just long enough to grab a few precious snapshots;
Two dimensions never seemed so perfect.
But a childhood, more important than my own, lost.

And maybe, just maybe, found again.
Memories to be remade and retold,
And a part of me to relearn.
 
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