building snowmen and catching iron filings,
a magnet suspended from a string
the blackberry branch bending
gracefully towards the water.
I am awakened, so many times,
to hold her hand, bathed in a purple
hue, the sound of waves.
Nana and Grandpa Tom, Opa and Mimi,
four is barely enough for this Princess
her hair blowing in the icy wind,
Bella straining at the leash as she
shuffles along in flowered rain boots,
and then, she is gone, the house echoes
of silence, colorful toys put away,
joy has left us and I feel an ache
in my heart, the sorrow of saying
good-bye.
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