I look at your picture standing on the dresser
And I wonder,
Where are you?
Your face, so real - but not here now.
What was that moment in time?
I look at your eyes, open,
Looking,
And wonder about those
Who said you would never be wise
And know better,
That you were wise
From before you were born.
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