It took me just a second
to stop and watch them play.
My coffee cup felt grown up
when the ball bounced toward my feet.
I didn’t mean to smile at them.
My eyes did, though. And big
Then I carried on inside.
They won’t be there when I go out.
They’re like my coffee cup.
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