{7 October 2016}

She burns quietly into
Someone altogether hopeful – patient
for a tomorrow, gracious
In pursuit.
Moment by
Moment, learning she doesn’t have to sit
Comfortably, she doesn’t
Need their attention,
Their voices are colors
Of memories not
Necessities.
She can grow with the power of
All that came before her.

– Written word by word by myself and Nora Pearce

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