A Sunday afternoon
and
Where I found you
Your eyes tell me stories
and photographs
catch a forever glimpse
of those tales left to be
told.
A corner place in the living room I found you constructing a perfect fort to hide.
At the piano I found you...playing sheet music and composing songs of your own.
Reading...always reading it seems I find you in your sunny room.
You said that when we moved here years ago that your windows made you feel like a princess. You said that thunderstorms are your favorite and you lay on your bed in the darkness and watch as the lightning streaks across the sky.
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