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Poem to Margaret

Child of light
skipping down the eggshell path
of your butterfly years
yellow tendrils
skying wild behind you
swept back by your delight
a flower about to open
about to gladden the world
petal by milky petal
gather me a daisy chain
made from your joy
to wear in my winter
when the glow of now
pales to the far scent
of fragile frost
Margaret of the marigold ways
running across deep October fields
drowning me in the pollen
of your madcap years
making pain seem solace
all child and sudden wisdom
amazing me.

By Christy Brown (“My Left Foot” fame: He had cerebral palsy and the only part of his body he had control over was his left foot, which he used to write with!)

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