For Emory, on Valentines day.
A breath of new life
filled the meadow.
Yellow and white daisy's dotted the rolling hills.
She was three, perhaps four,
her fingers tightly clutching
the flowers she had picked.
A polka dot dress with shiny black shoes,
skipping through the Lane.
Delicate curls of golden hair
shone like the sun
following a summer storm.
Her mothers tears blinded her eyes
clutching with a kiss:
“You are my Life”
and she handed her daughter away.
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