“I love you more than if I were the mom

and you were the child,” she whispered to me

at the time, I think she was only three

or maybe five

but without a doubt

already wise

her heart so giving and so pure

better than she or I

loved chocolate, for sure

And with these words all her own choice

as this little game we played

that sweet unforgettable voice

said everything to me that day

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This poem is for Thursday Poets Rally

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