I would wear matching Christmas pinafores with you,
without complaint, if you sewed us another pair of them,
even now that I am 45 years old and you would be 76.
We’re getting to the point where I can’t say
how old you should be anymore — but I feel it nonetheless.
Anyway, I would follow you anywhere in the country
again, in pinafores or watermelon skirts, or
woman symbol T-shirts from that moment in the ’70s.
I would follow you and be your shadow until I die, too.

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