Oh, I remember
sending you home like package
returned to sender,
sent back like a gift
unopened, still wrapped, unheld.
How could I have known?
You would’ve been nine,
And you would’ve been mine, and
We would’ve been fine.
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this is so beautiful. Thanks for translating your heart into words and then sharing the words with us all. Grateful for you.
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Thanks, Mary! I’m so grateful for you, too.
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