The look, the touch, the warm embrace
The shining eyes, the loving face
How did we come.so far today
From when we met in Love's own way?
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All the children come to me and I carry them,
Close and forlorn
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The wind calls my name
With a voice the same
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Watching as his wife lies
Still, paramedics beside her
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I'm still crossing the playground, years later
Hoping for invisibility
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When it's cold enough for frost
The old fisherman mends the fence
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A headache, thumping in the back of the mind, like a long, slow, bumpy ride up the hill
Next to Dad’s house when he still did everything and called to them from the top of the roof
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Tumbled secretly
My feelings for you
Lay at my feet
Tossed down
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