Bows on the strings of my shoes
Sweet smelling sheets pulled up to my chin
A bandage to cover my knee
Fresh homemade cookies
Or a P B and J
Made by your hands … And only for me
Hugs at the door when I come in from school
Or worry when I am not there
The glance which is made when I walk down the street
(Into places that shouldn’t have been)
The moments of pretty or special
One dress picked only for me
A room or a bed... to call all my own
In a place which I could call home
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I cherished my time spent with that lovely little girl
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