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Caring Spirit
II
by Thomas Sterner-Howe
Hardly a day goes by
that I am not
visited by voices
They are singing
songs I have known
what songs I have made
tomorrow songs on my lips
not yet written down
I have found that special days
do not simply go by
if one takes the time
to pause and notice
moments brought to linger
as the taste of a butterfly
on the tongue of the eye
Today promises to be
such a day for me
Children’s choir laughing
Waltzing Matilda
my voice, twelve years old
singing the song of the swagman
Momma saved her penny tips
bought me my first white shirt
A member of the all city choir
I would fit in for once
a poor boy marchin’ and singin’
Yeah, this day is like that
jumbuck in my tucker bag
sweet time of remembrance
and I remember you
You are like that shirt and song
sweetness of far continent
singular in circumstance
The love of my days
Autumn come Winter
My foundling, my Caring Spirit
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