16 January 2006, 1:16 PM
I didn’t know what to make of you
back then
I knew you loved me
because you welcomed me
fed me and mine
entered into relationship with one who
by all relevant indications
might prove more hindrance than help
Over time it has become clear
that you love me
not only because you’ve welcomed and fed me
put up with my eccentricities
opened your door
and even allowed me to open it a time or two
but also because you seek to know
to speak my language
to love me in ways that I will understand
You’ve become something akin to sister
and even alike to mother
(I intend no offense)
for the places you’d never have chosen to go
you enter for me
You know my story
what’s more
you find me worth the read
Thank you
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