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Little sister dear, little sister
Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy
Of Ruth and Naomi
Women of honor, of grace
Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts
We had a tea party, you and I
Yesterday, when March was cold.
We were three or four again
Five or six or seven.
Changed the world
I held a mirror up to you
So you could see the fire
You carry deep
The voice you crave to share
With the hunger of years
One cannot retrieve
No matter the longing.
You reversed the mirror for me
So I could visit my own reflection
Hear my own voice, however faint…
You had nothing to prove
It was love at first sight
How could you not love that face
Blond hair, piercing blue eyes, wearing red
Be still my heart…
Wrote you a poem on your birthday
Which I left amongst the papers
On that big desk
“The biggest desk in the building,”