A prayer, a poem
And when you can be seen—
small still, yet not still—when you can be
held—small and sure in cradling hands and arms—
Everyone who has loved you before will love you more,
reality sweeter than dream.
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This really is sweet!
A prayer best read silently…
The last two lines are intriguing.