if i were,
perchance,
an object kept dear,
like an old trinket,
in an old wooden box,
let it remain that way,
until someday,
when you find this world
no longer able
to bear your fervid yearning, and

grieving,

let go, hand me down,

a heirloom for the sweetest child.

- The Unburdening
A Tribute to "Bonsai", Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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