A little girl in her mothers shoes.
Her fathers smile.
Tracing her thoughts
with a paintbrush full of colour.
Pink blossom in her bedroom
where her mothers shoes lay.
Faces now light with acceptance,
easy does it fall.
The sky held up
and so the ground beneath her feet.
Nowwhat the world forgets
she recalls here, alone…
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