April 7, 2008
Listen to the quiet night
her footsteps seem to go on,
hold my breath in case I might
cry to the dark for no one.

Listen to the dog arise
to check up on our mother,
see her in her happy guise
we only have each other.

Listen to my deep heart beat
she is simple and so dear,
early morning wake so sweet
it is being close I fear.

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