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The girl stands still as a statue,
Her hands held close to her body.
Her eyes are searching mine,
Seeking something I might not possess.
Tears fall down her face without shame,
Her fear is plain in her stance.
Her hands tighten instinctively,
Holding the precious bundle close.
I step closer towards her,
Hands reaching out to hers.
And very gently so she will not start,
I pry her fingers from her package.
Her eyes are trusting as a child,
I hold her warm bundle to myself;
Taking a step away from her,
I look down at what I hold.
Within my hands is nothing substantial,
A collection of rags and ribbons.
There is no pattern to the jumble,
No riddle to be found or solved.
Each of the ribbons is beautiful if torn,
The faded rags show shadows of glory.
And if these pieces were to come together,
What a gorgeous garment they could make.
The girl stands still and watches,
Her body prepared now for flight.
In my hands I cradle her bundle,
Marvelling at the treasure I have found.
I wonder if I see its true beauty,
Or if there are secrets here to discover.
As I hold her package the girl stares,
Wondering what I will do with her now.
All poems © Copyright 1997-2002 by Catherine.
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