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You came tip-toeing in from the back door:
In the dark you upset the dresser,
Heart-shaped photo frames snapped shut
And fell with a smart,
Carrying loved ones with them.
Intricate patterns drawn patiently in dust
Lay pock-marked with your foot prints,
Delicate lace curtains stained
with the grime on your hands.
The asters in your hair tumbled down to my prayer mat.
The grandfather clock was ticking in a dark corner.
You stood in the middle of a room
You clearly didn't belong in.
Your giggle strangled by a fearful pout
You reached out with your finger to poke me.
I sat in the pool of light falling from the window
Sad that you had disappeared from the garden.
I turned and looked at you astounded
My prayer stopped with a jolt on my lips
And returned helplessly to my heart.
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You came tip-toeing in from the back door:
In the dark you upset the dresser,
Heart-shaped photo frames snapped shut
And fell with a smart,
Carrying loved ones with them.
Intricate patterns drawn patiently in dust
Lay pock-marked with your foot prints,
Delicate lace curtains stained
with the grime on your hands.
The asters in your hair tumbled down to my prayer mat.
The grandfather clock was ticking in a dark corner.
You stood in the middle of a room
You clearly didn't belong in.
Your giggle strangled by a fearful pout
You reached out with your finger to poke me.
I sat in the pool of light falling from the window
Sad that you had disappeared from the garden.
I turned and looked at you astounded
My prayer stopped with a jolt on my lips
And returned helplessly to my heart.
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Here is the link to the first part:
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