You are the omnipresent predictable force

Who has shined on me

For forty years.

Helping me grow

Making me bright

Making me see the light in me

And the world

And a little girl.

But today, 

Something came between us

my sky darkened

And got cold

And I felt old. 

It will happen again

And again.

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