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To A Lost Child

I will feed you love

As one feeds a bird

And the larks will sing

For your delight.

I will wait for time

Till you learn the word,

I will wait for stars

To transform the night.

And the day will come

When you must go,

With the falling leaves

And the winter near –

You will not return,

This I know –

But I will remember

That you were here. - Hannah Kahn

Cups Running Over, Judy Miller, page 98