I remember you,
Mommy,
Singing warm
in the winter night.
Me,
snuggling, sleepy-eyed,
close as I could to you.
Driving with Daddy
in a red Ford pick up.
Always to or away from
the Crippled Kids' Hospital;
Another week's silence.
But then you'd always sing to me.
Beckoning my voice
to join yours in song.
Sweet song.
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