Your hand in mine

If I could turn back the clock

I would go back to yesterday 

And take a photograph

of a man 77 and his granddaughter not quite 2

walking down stone steps 

from a restaurant 

to a parking lot

 
That would me me and Abby

 
I said to her ‘will you help me down the stairs, Abby?’

And she nodded solemnly

And held out her hand

 
I was afraid I might stumble

And embarrass her

And I nearly did on one step

“0i” I said.

And Abby said “Oi”

As if that were part of it

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