Still, still
by A. A. Parr
for Morning Lisa

waking up
up with my first 
cup of tea
you will strum 
strum the notes
wander over 
to the table
sunlight streaming
streaming golden 
ochre across
across her face
and eyes 
lifted to you, she will
giggle
she will
giggle

in this home 
in this family 
you have made
you have made this 
love you embraced,
you embraced, passed down 
from generations
and generations 
before you 
who trusted 
you enough
enough to let 
you go
let you go

so,
in this 
space left 
left empty
in this sp...

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