How'd you know the echo of colors
Of those Suzuki strings
Would sing across decades,
With the lullabies which you
Put me at the center of, sparking the
Dreams of a bigger life, of imagination as power?
You thought to bring me to a test at three and a half, but
you believed
That one day I'd trust myself to remember that that boy
still is me.
You drove me to so many places
So I could learn what I needed
To find my own.
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