Beneath my hand I feel your shoulder bone Your smile is broad, careless, sweet I’m reminded of home Your step is neat Under my feet the floor feels grounding Your joy is open, blatant, obvious I’m almost crying Your dance oblivious Around my waist your arm holds tight Your eyes shine bright, clear, pale I’m being careful Your body’s frail Above our heads hangs the time Your step falters, your dance becomes slow I’m slowing mine Your face aglow The tables have turned, although slowly Once you carried me ably I hold you boldly You see your baby.
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