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 |    A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
 I'm aware the promise to always love you was the moment you opened your eyes and saw me with what wonder. You, new to the world, and me, new to awe of a small hand reaching, grasping a thick thumb β the next moment recalled. I was unaware, when it became unwritten promise I'd teach you everything. Yet wondered how you grew, somehow β as unaware, how that voice would sing after gliding where we rowed many hours logged in our green, comfy chair. From that window, aware and hoping all of nature could see but not compare to the love you'd given me. How confident legs ran right for open arms, well aware you'd plunge my chest like the deepest ocean bared for you, protected and spared any lurking evil should it ever dare. All too aware, prayed where we read together in a small bed each night, a fight coming to stay alight, struggled in those sands together before free of that fog remaining hours logged by her to dream you forever. Laying aware in silence, finally convinced of this marvel, not dread. Wonder of dreams that charm the crown in cuddled plush, slept tight to grow up right. My lifelong friend offers hugs, with a grip strong to soothe slouch shoulders, stiff of neck. Aware, you'll offer anything, beverage to bring, snack where I nap and gaze the autumn tree, ponder its colorful arrival. Truly aware in this phase, the ease to laze in our old chair, unplanned adventure possibility yet before winter white paints the step. Awareness now, cocoa clutched, the blanket on my lap. Garland and tinsel greet needles and rails. Your words adorn shortest days. Brighter story, a melodious tumult with cadence marches from a resonating man's chamber, echoes love undying, with knowing β you're aware. 8.26.24 58 lines It's been forecasted; what I wish I could have offered: "Invalid Entry"  At outset, written to Pachelbel Canon in D with reminder of the classical musical mobile above his head on the carpeted floor where he learned to reach, see those lights lit when touched and old dad singing his full name in 10 easy syllables to Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik. |
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