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Saturday, October 25, 2008
To MollyWarrenHenryCarrie at the beach
ghosts
of small voices
inhabit these halls
they beckon playmates
to scurry
pillar to post
above my head
outlines of elves
scamper up stairs
breathless
noiseless
does no one hear
but me?
(This was originally written in August of 2005. The Slaughter elves were living with us but were away at the beach and I missed them. Tonight, I miss them even more...Since I wrote this, little Liam, Erin and Judah have scampered inside these walls and the halls whisper with their voices, too...)
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