Wednesday, May 10, 2017
You
I knew you when . . .
You were small and afraid, gentle and loving.
When everything you did . . .
Was tentative and sweet.
I knew you then . . .
When you were afraid to be afraid.
And practiced everything . . .
A million times.
I knew you my friend.
As I know you now . . .
Bright and strong, light and true.
You fill my heart
Like dust motes on a sunny day.
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