your son,
going through
the photo
album
with you,
says,
dad, look how
young you were.
ignoring
the diapers
he had on.
the bottle
in his mouth,
the wisps
of blonde
hair
stirred
softly on
his pink head.
you say
nothing, but
smile
and turn
the page. it's
nice
to have another
page to fill,
and to
become even
older, still.
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