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|There Used to Be Lilies|
By Carrie Teresa (Sage) Maison
They tell me there were Easter Lilies there.
When Papa Stone would spray them down
trudging behind dragging my pajama gown
in the dew
Only three feet high,
the lilies and I saw eye to eye.
She said the Trapeze was my favorite.
Powder me, and put me away for the afternoon
No one could stop it--
me from growing up,
you from growing old.
Do you remember Sloopy Dog?
When you rocked me
while singing to me
it must have been
I only wish there was more of you left to hold.
Sixteen years gone, I found you
through winding back roads
and small towns.
You were there where they said you'd be.
There you rested
your stone glaring back at me
The lilies are gone
but you wrote it all down for me
always I will think of you
and how hard it is
knowing that you don't open the door
for me anymore.
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