June dribbles - 15

Stand still. He’s like a doll with painted smile and hair just so.
Stand still. Ready for school, socks sliding down, aching to grow.
Stand still. He spreads his wings and flies.
Stand still. He graduates and smiles.
Stand still. Son grown to father tells his own child wait awhile.

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