
She didn’t know what she was nor did I, my father, nor his But the world revolved around her She was grounded with all her scattered thoughts and prayers She was the center of a world that dreams poorer without her She was a garden full of wild seed and outrageous blossoms She was the forest that protected purple lady slippers She knew where the boundaries were, and the spring which feeds the well She was silly and serious as stone None caught within her sphere ever escaped
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