Three things he has bequeathed to them:
Wide-sewn eyes, chins that describe a point;
A stubborness for striving and for joy.
Three things he promised not to be:
Unjust, unkind;
Also unreasonable, in the way that children know.
The bed-borne tea steams gently in the quiet of soft embraces.
- Kathy, 6/9/15
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