because I learned so early that life begins with tears
the deep wrench of dying again and again
the equal wonder of drawing breath once more
and above all the ever present field of love
a touch, a smile, a gentle word
these hold such power to heal unseen hurt
a balm to soothe splatters from any scald
a roadmap to guide the abandoned home
I kept these as jewels within my heart
as precious lessons to study and learn
until one day they so multiplied, they overflow
and spill from my fingers as I walk
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