when I lose my way I close my eyes

She sometimes comes and knocks on my door as I'm getting ready for bed. At a time when she is supposed to be asleep. She knocks tentatively knowing she's supposed to be sleeping, but she wants to read me a poem she's written or to have another hug. I remember wanting to do that sometimes when I was her age but never daring to go through with it. I'm glad she does.



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