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How did you know
that the dawn
would bring a
sunrise so bright
while I was
racing out of
the night,
why did you
pick just
the perfect
music for
the new discs
and select
some fabulous
glass spheres
for my art,
how did you
find such a
mix of tunes
to make me
cry and dance
around the
room, throwing
off the gloom
to soaring states,
how did you
know that I
needed your
company to
soothe my soul
prop me up while
I watch the sight
we both dread,
a beloved person
fade away…
oh so slowly,

What I had
in mind
was this
beautiful gift:
a fabulous
joyful pillow,
artsy and clever
bunched roses
in fabric made
of a silvery
soft cloth,
something fey
and perfect
for a designer
like my Mom,
so it arrived
as promised,
although
larger than
expected, but
very fine
nevertheless,
and I assembled
the cover and
pillow to make
her gift just right,
couldn’t wait
to see the sight
of that smiling
face, Christmas Eve
and all, but when
she opened it, (last
and most anticipated
present under the tree)