Jack Robinson

(Bellingham, Washington)

Daughter

She was so beautiful, sitting there,
Joking with that laugh that tinkled,
Unaware that that was her mother's chair,
Where--that laugh, never got old, or wrinkled.

How this can be is a mystery
Neither science nor religion can figure out.
Both computers and brains work on electricity.
But act differently--after a blackout.

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