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Ask Me

Sometime when the snow 

Has blanketed the trees

Ask me about 

The car accident.

Ask me what it was like 

Growing up without a dad, 

All photos removed,

His name never spoken.

Ask me too about

His birthday, 

December 24th.


I will tell you

As best as an eight-year-old

Girl can.

You will listen


You will look at me

With new eyes

And we will hug

As we walk along

The snowy sidewalk

Complicit in our 


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