Charles R. McCormack
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Portrait

I gaze at your photo on the wall
You were only three or four
You were so sweet and docile then
A joy to love and to adorn

Years have passed by and now I see
Your life is more than pleasing me
You've found yourself, Your own sensations
You see beyond your limitations

You understand and behold with grace
That I walk and stumble in my pace
You hold out your hand with a smiling face
I remember you toddled, so cute, with haste

There's no enchanting tales that I can tell
No exciting tidings to relate
no funny fables tomake you giggle
My self esteem to fake inflate

It's finer now, You've gone beyond me
The outside world and you relate
My ways are set in unreachable echoes
If I should pause, I think you'll wait