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A poignant time of year for me
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Souvenir d'une Ange

I wonder if her eyes would have turned brown too,
the white down on her head, turned to that rich
strawberry colour with freckles across her nose.
I remember rolling on the couch with her brother
lolling in my arms, laughing with the infectious
giggles that create such a belly aching sound.
Perhaps her eyes would be the cool clear sapphire
with the arctic white hair of sibling two,
His winnie the pooh bought at the airport, which
he now hides down by the side of his bed.
An aloof ice queen in the making, shy, reticent
soaring up high with her balloon of clear red.
It matters not - I'll only catches glimpses of her
in the eyes of her brothers but I can still wonder,
no one can take that away from me. It gives me
comfort and taking her hand once more, I'll
know that the sky has infinitesimal boundaries
and one day we'll reach them together.

Poetry by Elle