Gerard El Cue Poems

Daughter. Our Daughter.
Not of blood. Tis true.
But none other.
Ever.
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When did you
become most of me?
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Remember
when we danced
in the living room
after dinner?
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I step into our bedroom,
and want to see you sleeping there -
I sit outside in our backyard,
and want to watch you feed your birds -
I stare at stuff inside our fridge,
and want to ask what you would like.
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Soon's morning sun has hit your porch.
He goes. To look. To wait.
To watch your door. Stare down your path.
To search for you through day.
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Paragraphs
comprised of run-on sentences that relate sorrow and longing
evince joys in old memories
describe opportunities missed and plans that will never be.
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the dew that has risen on your back
meets that upon my chest
as I hug
you to my heart
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Cindy, Anna, and Emma
O wonders of my life
Emma Grandaughter
Anna my Child
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