I had to look through the mirror at her,
my grand-child, busily working in her pint-size
office, equiped with pop-up owls and rotating beads,
a pint-size piano and clacking rooster tails.
She was not to be disturbed.
We're friends now
Grimaces to grins,
Taciturn to tickles.
Cold to cuddly.
Every morning, I work, today it's about vacuum systems,
Every morning, she works, grabbing, talking, reading
She takes three naps, I take one
We are both tuckered out at the end of the day.
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