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There exist certain realisations that make you stop
Even while doing
Thinking
Importance is subjective
And not unlike a washing machine cycle

I will never be small again
Nor come to you crying of ghosts in my room
Nor ask to be lifted up to see things clearer
Nor pushed in various contraptions with toys in hand

I did glimpse you as you would've acted
And I remember similar thoughts stirring then
But the shortness of that must've buried them away
Reformatting is familiar to me, and practical at the time

It occurred to me just now that you did well
"Good parents" are a large misnomer
Even in your imbalances and missteps
You imparted the preciousness of Objectivity, and an Open Mind.

There might be a time where you will find me here
The dark ravings, the swearing of Insomnia appalling
But there will be this one without
Not much of a counter-weight, but its exclusion was duly noted

This is not a morbid farewell
And although you may find this next to a body one night
It wasn't meant to be
Merely some musings interrupting a film

PS. phone rings will be the true end of me.
PPs. I love you both.

Description
There exist certain realisations that make you stop
Even while doing
Thinking
Importance is subjective
And not unlike a washing machine cycle

I will never be small again
Nor come to you crying of ghosts in my room
Nor ask to be lifted up to see things clearer
Nor pushed in various contraptions with toys in hand

I did glimpse you as you would've acted
And I remember similar thoughts stirring then
But the shortness of that must've buried them away
Reformatting is familiar to me, and practical at the time

It occurred to me just now that you did well
"Good parents" are a large misnomer
Even in your imbalances and missteps
You imparted the preciousness of Objectivity, and an Open Mind.

There might be a time where you will find me here
The dark ravings, the swearing of Insomnia appalling
But there will be this one without
Not much of a counter-weight, but its exclusion was duly noted

This is not a morbid farewell
And although you may find this next to a body one night
It wasn't meant to be
Merely some musings interrupting a film

PS. phone rings will be the true end of me.
PPs. I love you both.