Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A bird’s wing on the window
Sometimes I’ll hear when she’s sleeping
Her fever dream
A language on her face
`I want your flowers like babies want God’s love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come`
Some days, like rain on the doorstep
She’ll cover me
With grace in all she offers
Sometimes I`d like just to ask her
What honest words
She can’t afford to say, like
`I want your flowers like babies want God’s love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come`
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