You aren't quite

                        as tall as me
                                               yet,

        but you reach my chin.

                        You no longer

need me

                to make your lunch,

get you dressed,

                        give yourself a bath -

but
        I still like to
                                smell your hair

watch you sleep

                                and make your lunch.

You haven't

                grown beyond me

                                                   yet.

        That time will arrive

but

        not quite

                              yet.
 

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