'Hallo' was what he always said to me,

Every single time he saw me at morn.

'Hallo' was the first thing he said to me,

When he saw me three days old, a newborn.

He had dark brown hair and a bushy beard,

I remember it from when I was young,

And when I saw him last, just last August,

He swapped the brown for silver hair that sung.

'Hallo' was what he said to me again,

A clear routine still after all that time.

He asked me about my own baby then,

I'm amazed he knew about my sunshine.

The next time I saw him, 'Hallo' he said.

Then 'Who are you' - then he went to get fed.

The End

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