I looked at the old photographs
a golden-haired fairy were you
your sister an angel in brown
today you said that you are
the enemy one of the other
because we were never taught
how to express love and kindness
when I look at you separately
I love all of you – and my uncle too
and I loved my aunt
today all is hatred and broken apart
the only way to get through the day
is making music – you play and you sing
and the beautiful little doll that is you
with a silver tinkling bell of a voice
sang with a shadow of sadness in eyes
carrying an expression of sorrow
but the beauty and music that is you
will live in my heart – I put your photograph
next to those who hold you most dear
and I looked at my uncle trustingly
and he reacted in kindness and love
dear heart, dear dad, dear niece
shall we all one day
come together again
without the enmity
that marks us today?
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