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Garrison of Safety; Isabel
Flicking sweetpeas from a slime filled green pod with lithesome fingertips, delicate as the bed of roses that bloomed in your yard nurtured by those same touches of mercy, I watched you for hours, your soft gray hair falling from it's terse bun into feathers, framing your face which glowed wisdom and love, centerpiece that time had thought well of and touched many of times, leaving well etched marks. Once was all it took for your scold to break my tiny heart, I looked into those eyes and saw more compassion for this child than I had ever known, am still yet to see. Diet Rite and peanut butter crackers dressed in another of your creations, proudly I twinned Daddy Rob, save the hat, I heard your stories and sat awestrucken for you were my garrison of safety. Author's Note: For the most part Finis! |