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After Danny’s accident it was given

Now it rests at the bottom of the stairway

Visitors stop and ask if I painted it

Smiling, I shake my head and say “Some day”

Now it rests at the bottom of the stairway

A childhood road in a winters light

Smiling, I shake my head and say “Some day”

Remembering that crisp fall night

A childhood road in a winters light

It brings some kind of hope that gets lost

Remembering that crisp fall night

It seems every gift we are given also has a cost

It brings some kind of hope that gets lost

Visitors stop and ask if I painted it

It seems every gift we are given also has a cost

After Danny’s accident it was given

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In a blue box from my Great Grandmother’s hands

By my pillow tucked under the quilt

She needs a wash

How often I lay awake at night and laze in the morning

By my pillow tucked under the quilt

Once white fur, a stained pink ribbon, bent whiskers

How often I lay awake at night and laze in the morning

An old, worn toy

Once white fur, a stained pink ribbon, bent whiskers

My body ached with dread and despair unnamed

An old, worn toy

My coherence and comfort

My body ached with dread and despair unnamed

She needs a wash

My coherence and comfort

In a blue box from my Great Grandmother’s hands

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