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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
Silently.
You will look at me
With new eyes
And we will hug
As we walk along
The snowy sidewalk
Complicit in our
Compassion.

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