The Goat's Bell Like in Heidi #dedicatedpoem #nextpoetrybook #lorijeanfinnila #womenauthor #literature #poetry
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Photo by Lori Jean Finnila To my big sister or aunt, whom I don't know her name, we were never formally introduced, who spent such a short while with me showing me what love was. The secret to magic and mystery the goat's bell like in Heidi I so remember as I so desperately held for comfort through her story as I was kept in my room so often Flutes I love that I want to write to precious sound that keeps my mind inspired dancing with beautiful feelings remembering all the gold I was taught to look for that was also on my darling play tea cup set just for me The look on your face that kept me going I can't imagine the pain I suffered that you did when I was the black sheep or a mess when I needed school lunch or clothes and remembering now from all that I learned what love is.