My hands are large, and yours are small
I forget sometimes, how unsure they are
In a home for adults, you make your way
There are times I get angry, when you spill drink on the floor
Sometimes I’m impatient, when your strides don’t match mine
Hurry up, don’t spill that, are words I often say
Then I remember, you’re trying your best
You find wonder in the strangest things
You remind me to look through eyes of a child
Butterflies dancing together, are a wonderful sight
An aeroplane in the sky, has you running outside
A rainbow has a pot of gold at the end
Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy
You believe in them all, with wide-eyed wonder
I teach you everyday, and you teach me
I show you my world, and you show me yours
When old age takes me, and my memory fails
I pray the memories of you are the last to go
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