Perspectives change from when you are young.
Grandpa is big; I am small.
White hair means old,
Brown hair means family.
Bicycles are frightening,
Basketball is fun.
Mommy gets kisses,
Gramma gets hugs.
I awake from my thoughts as a little girl's voice
calls "Daddy?" from upstairs.
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