I see you shyly smiling
beyond the piano's print
glowing in the sky,
spinning at words shaped for only you,
you that was taken too young
but still lives on in hearts and memories
and the tindr box steps of life a new.
Each step, each breath is you
echo fontanelle,
never lost at all,
babes in arms from summer to fall...
©Steven Francis poems 2014
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