There she is, the lone
grandchild, basking in
the adoration of grandparents
hailing the exquisite
existence of one of
life's true miracles.
The child lingers on the
cusp of adolescence
venturing awkward steps
into adulthood, flashes
of the child still readily
apparent and exhibited.
Her adoring grandparents
see physical perfection,
applaud her lyrical grace
and pithy observations.
They delight in the presence
of this chimera whose
every emotion they clearly
read and exult in,
perfection incarnate.
Was it not ever so?
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