Ten years the largeness of your heart that couldn’t
Quit till it was done defining you,
Delighting us in your
Candid camel faces, your
Easy way of watching girls grow up and fight and flower
And fall
Ten years it’s beating still as i
Open my morning eyes to find a ripe
Reminder of the first
Loss
I held onto tight enough to
Tell that ten years wouldn’t be enough to
Tell you I forgot.
And it beats still: I remember, I remember, I remember…
Full of sound.
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