Long Past

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    Long Past

    Who came with the light to spirit you away?
    Was it your father?
    My father?
    Your sister or mother?

    I loved the dream you sent
    I'm sure it was you taking me back to my childhood.
    Sunshine through the trees,
    The feeling that I sould fly.
    Such kind reassurance.

    Will you come
    When it's my turn to see the light?
    I hope you do,
    So I won't be afraid.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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