He held
the light for me
I saw the door
there was no
Spot – outside
and inside. It was
my first day
In the new
house. Dad, I
called out
Pointing to
our little
mirror
Quietly, he
patted me and said
let your light so shine
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home
even ripe fruits fall
to the ground
we live by / steps
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