Skipping Memories
by RC14
You put your hat on
because now you are bald
You help me look for pebbles,
small for a three-year-old.
You also look some for your own,
the flatter the better, I know.
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You show me how you skip stones,
so many that they get lost far away from the shore.
I tell you that you would be the world champion,
that you more than 13, which is the highest number I know.
You look at me as I imitate you,
as I throw my rocks into the blue.
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You tell me that when I grow up,
I will be better than you.
That you didn't even skip stones at the age of 3,
and you tell me that you will be always looking at me:
Like Mufasa to Simba, as we agree.
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Every time I go to the lake,
this same memory awakes.
I skip stones with your technique
and like Mufasa and Simba we speak:
I tell you that though we are fine,
having you here would be divine.
But that the little time we shared
was enough for memories unpaired.
That from the sky I fell your protection
Skipping my stones in the right direction
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Ricky Lanusse
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