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Four Little Words
The buzzing wakes me, The intercom. It's the family. We take off her coat, Her little scarf and mitts. She climbs in beside me. Snuggling Cold cheeks, Little blocks of ice Against my body ,toasty warm. Shall we play? Out comes Big Ted, And the favourite book. I read. Big Ted looks on. We sing twinkle twinkle, Big Ted dances. We sing again, Big Ted claps. We take a bow And we laugh. I read again From the favourite book. Two pairs of eyes Sit entranced. One, brought into reality By the imagination of a child The other pair locked into A world of fantasy. Warm, safe, Wrapped in the arms Of family love. We sing again. Big Ted is tired. I am tired, The family see. It's time to go. We put on her coat, Her little scarf and mitts. Little arms hug tight, Baby soft lips plant A wet kiss on my cheeks. And so her warmth leaves With a wave of the hand. I feel a familiar chill Of emptiness descend Upon me. Then a new sound. It carries through the letterbox, Ascends the stairs And reaches right Into my heart. Just four little words. I love you Nanny.
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