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If I Were A Book

If I were a book

I would fill it with song,

with truths I have witnessed,

and a love letter to mom

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Written from the heart,

a vulnerable place,

where thoughts cannot hide

and are eaten up instead

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I would give it some drama,

then a period of rest,

filled with pictures of Earth

and things from my treasure chest

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I would share what I learned,

and all I have practiced

I would put on a show,

for an unassuming audience​​​​​

I would plant many seeds,

reaping what I sow

then cook a great meal,

for loved ones and guests unknown

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I would fill all the margins

with meaningless notes, 

doodles of shapes,

of various colors and tones

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I would press pretty flowers

on the randomest pages 

I would leave dried tears

to mark an occasion

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I would end with a prayer

of hope, remembrance and thanks

I would do it all

all over again

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