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Liz Anne
Poems
Nov 2012
Here is Home
I have exhausted the cradle I never meant to rock
Wooden legs are tried and sore
Slipping and spinning my bruised ankles
I didn't want to but if your knees scraped you'd cry too
I don't remember now, just who taught me
To tie my shoes the child-like way I still do
In a certain slant of home-spun light I can taste black ice
Did you learn to drive with tears in your eyes?
Was there hope or fear in your heart
When your last day home arrived?
It couldn't have been easy, I barely passed by
Even the dusty stars on my ceiling couldn't make me stay
Intuition never made me falter
I hope it won't forget to help me fade away
Written by
Liz Anne
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