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Dec 2017
Who taught without speaking,
spoke softer than sleeping?
Who tucked-in dreams of lost others,
sifted and sorted the meaning of “brothers?”
Blessed every heaven-and-earthly bed
crowded with sheets, and
sounded-out the spelling of “wrinkles” for weeks.
Who would have guessed
it was all just a Goddess doing Her best?
But if it were a riddle, Who would have guessed?
Her last words haven’t found us yet.
Katie Rawls Baxter
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