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Now it might be hard to understand
But just for a moment I ask that you try to comprehend
The idea, the marvel, the miracle
Of learning love’s true definition from a child less than 3 years young

Her name was Amelia Lyon, but she was called Amy Lou
And her hair was up like Whoville’s own Cindy Lou Who
Dr. Suess would’ve been proud
I’m sure he would’ve loved Amelia, as did every single person of every single crowd

We would bring her with us to Disneyland
The happiest place on earth for both woman and man
And little Amy loved every second of it
With a wide smile, never crying, not even a bit

Bearing the power of a simple smile, and a thousand suns
She would light the very streets she crossed

Reaching out and attacking strangers was far from seldom
With a beautiful kiss of innocence, sincerity, we watched as joy would blossom

Did she discriminate?
Did she decide who to incriminate?
No, you see, Amelia would never
If someone was hurt, and broken, she could make all things better

A beautiful soul
To match a beautiful girl
I learned, let me tell you
What true love is, something new
Something that is rarely practiced
But only talked about, and the fact is
I’ve never seen love quite like this!

It was sincere, and it was real and it was amazing
A special perspective, a new trail she was blazing
And now I know what true love is
Humble, supportive, and nonjudgemental
Kind, gorgeous and always gentle

Thank You, Amy Lou.
One day, I hope to be like you.

But now she's gone, at two and a half you were taken from us
So unique, Heaven, God, and the Angels were jealous
Do I feel robbed? Do I feel cheated?
Certainly not! Because I know who I shall see when I am greeted

There she will be, adorable and precious
That gleaming smile with a child’s eyes
At the opening of the Gates, it will be glorious
Because finally, that disguise, that shroud of earthliness
Will have been torn away, and we will forever be united again

My baby sister, my Amelia Lyon, my Amy Lou
I miss you so very dearly, my little Cindy Lou Who
With love, bittersweet tears, and a heart deeply aching
Your brother, Remington Charles King
Notes drift into my room from yours next door...
and I with them drift...perhaps away...
It could've been a ten word story,
but isn't there always so much to say?

From within these 4 walls I am a world traveler- my destination is now.
Papers penned and pinned.
Places and faces pasted.
Statues still, candles burning-
My collection of earthliness-
me...?
I'm done collecting, I am learning.

It's all just only a three word story after-all...

Less is more.
mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN9K1-A0ygE
A W Bullen Aug 2021
Shingle shook,
these bookish handles
cove your head in herringbone,

It's sewn into
our standard-issue,

dangled under spinnaker

Here,
you and I
will come to terms
the terms of our endearment


a curvature of earthliness,
in miniature exemplified

the surfeit of our inadvertent
vertebrae declined
toward

the wave
ChinHooi Ng Mar 2019
Withered leaves
cold sun
silent water
are the most beautiful sceneries
in the noble
autumn season
this may be everlasting
in the eyes of hurried padestrians
in this odorless season
no flowers no waves no snow
however
the autumnal street is blooming firily
glamorously
a boat snuggling in autumn
the earthliness is touching
picturesque
the sunlight
like gold powder
adrift in peaceful water
the moon rises
yearning melancholy haziness mistiness
have all melted in the lengthy
autumn night.

— The End —