Rarely as I recall, in truth,
Did she speak expansively of herself
Or tell us stories of her young adventure
She reserved the detail and the admiration for others,
Others who were remote to me, in interest and in caring,
I never knew, and always assumed she thought them
more worthy or entertaining or greater than herself
And now I wish I’d asked her
And told her this was for me
Furthest from the truth
Martinos @ 2018
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