It’s your birthday

I’m not sure you’re allowed those anymore

Or if you’re even allowed anything at all

But the date you were born stays the same

No one’s scratched it off the calendar

So it couldn’t hurt to ask:

If you ever just cried for no real reason

When you looked at me

The way I sometimes just cry

When I look at your granddaughter.

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