Lost & Found

This child entertains me, and provokes
ideas that ring as fresh in my old head.
Discussing losing things and even folks,
I told him he can’t lose himself. “In bed
and dreaming, maybe,” I then modified.
“You might lose bits of your identity.”
“No, Grandma,” he acknowledged and replied.
“That’s actually when I find more of me.”

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