Your words, they made sense of things I've been questioning for so long.
I didn't realize you wrote about me so when I read my name in your messy penmanship I had to look at it over and over again.
The way you wrote my name was so endearing. I could hear your voice.
The way you didn't want to teach me how to write when I told you you needed to made me cry like a baby.
As hard as it was for me to read, you handed me, long ago, the understanding and inspiration I needed.
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