Thursday, June 25, 2015

to kyla (who may never read this)

she wrote
as she talked

in tiny letters
and precise sentences

ladylike and free

she encouraged
on the way out

leaving gifts of
sweets and warm

neatly packaged in 
spontaneous surprise

will we ever see her

will she know that
she made a difference?

teaching with the
sound of polite

and a graceful wave
of her hand?

(i hope so)

the stillest voice
has the most to say

and lessons
can be learned
from the whispers

of what they leave behind


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