of these
small bits of wonder –
how many shall I keep
how many shared
beyond this fragile sleep

what bliss
was come to give away
what joy
was ever mine –
held the daybreak
years before my time

what laughter
lingers sweetly
as music down the hall
– poetry
I never knew
at all

never mine
else love become
anchored to a place
fell from these
two hands –
into grace

 

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