Then

she wrote then

To comfort me now

quietly of dreams

each one brighter than

days before

allowed her heart to grow

like branches on a new tree.

Cogent form her forte

inherited, from her Dad,

I believe

showing fragile emotions

of steps taken, encounters

accepted delicate movements

a heart feels when intense pain

flairs, clogs a brain

yet managed to write

without apprehension, choosing

to delight using sentences

filled with senses.

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