you healed my broken heart
making it overflow with delight
replacing older blocked veins
with newer memories, no pain
flowing like a fresh spring river
surging with melting snow of winter;
in the morning you protested my not
picking and throwing to the second
floor, the dog’s toy to play on way
to your school, teaching me to play
with a four-legged and learn kindness
an urgent skill than picking to count
© henry victor 28.01.2016
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