As I carry you
on my back,
You always remind me
Of the one whom I always carry before.

And now that I’m carrying you
on my back,
I want to whisper 
to your little ears
that only hear innocence
“thank you.”

Now, we’re on the last ride. 
I am supposed to go on-board
Your smiles will be remembered,
Your thoughts will be missed.
Thank you for letting my happiness
be caged in your little body
For five days.

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