if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lillies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)
standing near my
swaying over her
(silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see
nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my
(suddenly in sunlight
he will bow,
& the whole garden will bow)
- e.e. cummings
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Thank you! You're my favorite daughter! ;-)
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