I cannot name it.
Sometimes I can fashion
what I lack
or give
what I cannot have
or teach
what I do not know.
And sometimes
it comes back to me.
Maybe
in the form of a young girl
stepping out into her world
and knowing her way.
Friday, July 17, 2009
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There is just something so satisfying about the sentiment of this poem. Something about the way it seems to come full circle - to go from general to specific. Not to mention that it reads effortlessly!
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