From home-cooked meals and a comforting embrace
I am from daffodils beside the drive
Mud pies, pocketknives, imagination.
I am from wagging tails and
Sharpened claws, a comforting purr.
I am from magic, from dreams
I am from darkness and undeserved pain.
I am from an old creek bed and forest beyond
From butterfly kisses and melting chocolate
My daughter Sarah shared this poem she wrote for class... and made me cry.
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