She would breathe life into an ordinary world,
give it color and hold it up for me to see...
She would lead us by the hand to a place
that was peaceful and harmonious.
A place that I thought I could only discover with her,
until I found it inside of me.
Mom (center) & sisters in 1925 studio portrait.
How we enjoyed our time together... "Streaking sunlight hides in dusk,
as we harvest dreams to husk.
Intersecting words connect
on crossword pages she'd collect..."
The storyteller and protector of my dreams... "But the night did not end until she read
upon the hardwood floor beside my bed...
Straining, peering over her hunched shoulder;
listening, aiming my ear to hear
gentle pages ruffle, and the whimsical voice..."
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