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cherubim & seraphim.

he walks in
this strapping
hulk of a lad
& I look back
to when he took my hand
as I walked
up the street
& looked down
surprised & around
to see his mother in tears
catching up
and full of apologies
as she explained
that this four year old
had lost his dad
only weeks before
& how much I resembled him
in a way.
I love her just as much today
and he still calls me dad.