You didn’t like to smile that much
always saying that your teeth were crooked
I thought your smile was beautiful
falling for that offset grin
Late night coffee with you
Reading Thomas Moore ‘til three
All whilst holding hands
like lovers wish
Waking late and feeding you cereal in bed
with a plastic spoon
Wiping milk from your chin
with a paper napkin I kept tucked in my hand
One day when we grow up
I promise to write you a poem
and feed you in bed
with a silver spoon
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