Unbroken ............... 7feb12

What child is this
Sitting in the dark on the ceramic floor
In the dining room,
Evading her father’s attentive ear
Pushing the telephone close to her lips
Looking at stars through the window moonlight
Whispering promises, wishes to keep
Breathless with hope and the prospect of joy
Possibilities around us as the miles slip away
The phone line, the distance not in our realm at all
Breathing poetry and reading sighs
The trees our confidantes guarding our vigil
Shooting stars we make up
To keep us safe
Watching your sixteenth birthday arrive

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