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Rachael Running

A winter’s grain in the hands of the sun,
The blossom of spring outstretched in embrace,
A wind from summer’s eve on a warm face,
Autumn leaves laughing beneath tranquil steps.
Each year swells with you between it’s bookends
While I, lost in pride, find our time displaced,
yet you run so fast that I must give chase
to stay with you as long as time portends.
The steps you take grow larger every day,
so oft diverting from the path we made;
you have and will always forge your own way,
while we tag along in admiration.

Rachael Makes Her Own Place

When her eyes light up like fire
it warms me to the core
to see her mind contract and expand
embracing all that’s in store.

To find and explore new thoughts
that she wants to understand
to give more than she ever got
with an energy that will never tire.

If you ever met her before
she’s likely left you inspired
with her offer of a helping hand-
a trait I’ve always admired.

She’ll feed you the food off her plate
and give you advice to contemplate
she retains all the lessons she was taught
and is the first to suit up as your mascot

A master of wit and satire
because laughter is one of her few desires
I couldn’t ask for anything more
the person she is I truly adore.

What fortune to live a life with her in it!
That brilliant, brave and beautiful misfit.

Breanna

Her will to grow, intrepid
as I’m sure you’ve concluded
from all that she’s completed
and what that has included

to become this young woman
and follow her compunction;
climb each rung in succession
in a blur of ambition.

Her laugh is infectious,
a disarming politeness
and a sense of injustice
an alarming forthrightness.

Let the world accommodate
all that she can contemplate
without any caveat
Let her greatness emanate.

Evelyn

I’ll not sing this song again,
I only remember it lazily,
Something that both has and has not been
Floating further away, listlessly.

There was tension between us,
Hidden hearts in shadows reaching.
Though we were outwardly callous,
Some things go on without speaking;

Until at last they don’t.
Of course the song still exists,
If asked to sing it, I won’t,
Because despite all this, the feelings persist.

Love may atrophy at cruelty’s whim,
But it lasts forever, this phantom limb.