Searching
Sister
Joanne as
she sits
Looking at
the sea
On a piece
of paper
With a
bright pink
Highlighting
hope
All the
jumble sale of letters
Queue up in
lines
And columns
making sense
Or at least
trying to
Of the
reach
That leaves
its spaces
Between
whole vowels
And Found
Words
Like
Forever
Of the
sometimes when the
World and its
people
Could not
match her
Gifts, like
a bundle of
solved puzzles in a single word
or two or
three.
Joanne as
she smiles
Looking at
the sea
On a piece
of paper
Finds an
answer
Reaches,
holds a hand
To another
Stands the
warrior
To dance
with
Us.
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