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Poem: Nursery Rhyme 

In the hickory, daycare dock
Us kids running up and down the clock

A lady visits, watches me skip
Sees me jump and sees me trip

Sees me hug my bear on my mat,
Sucking my thumb and my bear's blue hat

Let's play peek-a-boo!
I'm a runaway bunny, but I'm a bear, too

Can the lady play with me?
We can go hide, behind that tree.

I don't know that she lived here
With her girl, and her son, and their daddy dear,

before I was born.
Eighteen years, and then cancer torn

through. Look! I squirt my juice out the straw,
I'm the runaway bunny, watch me draw.

Why is she so still?
Her eyes on the yard, on that hill

I blow bubbles, or slide and scrape my knees.
In hospice, her husband's fingers she squeezed,

with her other hand on a sucking tube, gently, clearing his mouth
I must tiptoe to the lady guest, 'cause rabbits never shout

Minutes later, her children's daddy was gone.
Watch me! I can do cartwheels on the lawn!

She had to tell her daughter her daddy has died.
I blow on a pink balloon and stretch its rubber wide.

I'm a brave Pooh Bear Indian Chief.
She plays the Hide and Seek of grief

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