I remember when I was a little girl
You were always there, always aware
Of the way that I felt and how I kept
Hidden from the world, the pieces of me
Too deep for words, nearly indescribable;
Pieces of a heart, a thought, a mystery,
Unspoken, unseen; a little bit of me
That could only be seen through sincerity
Serenity and a sense of truth, revealed to me
Through hope that is alive
Faith that survives
Love that strives
Eternally
Forever
Always
©2009 Regina Hill
Friday, January 23, 2009
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