I wipe away the tears and dust you down, after you’ve had a bad day.
I wake you up in the morning, with the promise that things will get better. So carefully and tenderly,
I give you the handle of the mug of hot milk. Then I tie your shoe laces into giant bows, together we cheer.
Here we are, ready to face the day.
What a team we make, an old head and a young body.
Just me and me.
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