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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.
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