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There exist certain realisations that make you stop Even while doing Thinking Importance is subjective And not unlike a washing machine cycle I will never be small again Nor come to you crying of ghosts in my room Nor ask to be lifted up to see things clearer Nor pushed in various contraptions with toys in hand I did glimpse you as you would've acted And I remember similar thoughts stirring then But the shortness of that must've buried them away Reformatting is familiar to me, and practical at the time It occurred to me just now that you did well "Good parents" are a large misnomer Even in your imbalances and missteps You imparted the prec