Lily

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The morning bird stares at her reflection
and fights her new rival.
I become the beast
scaring them both away 
and then wink at the sun 
who shines brightly
for Lily and me. 

Looking outside my window,
I feel pity
for the water lilies.
They are not half as elegant as you.

You scold me
for frightening her away.
Birds are the best friends, you say.
You are the reason
I believe in goodness.
You are the reason
God exists.

I pray with you
every night.
You tell me stories
filled with light.
I could listen to those tales
forever and ever.
Just to hear your voice,
pure and patient.

You pick me up 
at every fall.
You feed me love
when I'm sick.

You are everything to me.
You are everything I want to be. 
My sweet granny ma Lily.


From Moana






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