The Faceless Name - Poem by Tiffanie Lein
In memory of Josephine, June 1991
From age of two she knew your name
Learnt to spell it out completely
All meant nothing and quite the same
Nothing seemed to fit quite neatly.
She saw your gown that hung inside
Her wardrobe amongst her tiny clothes
Purple, flowing. Spots aside,
Enchanting, but unworn since the oath.
The writing of your hand a mystery
That appears on most certificates
Of proof that you are her history
Lest one day this knowledge eradicates.
Your face on pixels she knows by heart
But none her archives can withdraw from
Only her sister your work of art
Reminds her the reason that she mourns.
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