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"I Talk To My Child" (by Joe DiMino)

Often I talk to the child in me,
Go back on wheels of tricycle,
Stack blocks to reach
The ceiling of my sky,
All the world is alphabet
Starting with an I—

Here I learn
To ask more questions,
Ask of me and answer too,
Here I learn to dream outside,
Cloud the window,
Print more I’s,
Stack blocks into taller sky,
Stay up late to count stars,
Wonder how many children,
How many picture-books,
How many Gods,
And why must mine
Be always ours?

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