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Or the mountain should crumble to the sea.
Ben E. King
Raising children, holding them, and teaching them. 9 poems live in this room.
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No. 111
On the steps outside of music class
On the steps outside of music class You taught me how to jump through time. The wrought-iron handrails,
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No. 113
Lightning Bug
I wish I could cup your tiny hands Around the shape of the lightning bug And hold that lonely glow—
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No. 5
In your arms
One day, when you're six years old you may watch your Dad leave, and have just the
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No. 14
Comes from love
I watched you with a 4-crayon pack, Filling letters with a careful hand, Each stroke a single color.
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No. 23
Your warm breath
There's something you will do, Before the clock sweeps past nine, That will make time stand on its head,
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No. 44
The times you were held
The times you were held in those rare, accidental pauses, in the early mornings before you
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No. 70
Use your instrument
You understood the sound of love as you were read a bedtime
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No. 77
I'll learn one day
To even think that I could teach you, When you already know so much. You'll know how much I'll need to hold you
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No. 83
As if you both knew
You can't grasp what you'd most wish. Tiny dust motes dancing and shimmering
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