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  • (Fathers Day is coming up. When I was young, I always tried to remember to give my mother something for Fathers Day, too. )

    I saw this photo for the first time
    when I believe
    I was about

    It occurred to me,
    so much it had occurred to me,
    it occurred to me,

    that this was indeed
    the key to everything.

    This smile that has never aged.
    This mouth that has spoken no harm.

    And to a child fleeing from houses that fall apart,
    from the contents of a childhood left in storage containers,
    stacked in boxes that would grow soggy
    so everything would fall through the arms of anyone who tried to hold them,

    This is the heart that still knew only good news,
    a soul that knows only acceptance,
    that everything, everything, is a gift.
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