...And when she would smile <br />and tell me that it was okay to cry, <br />I'd cry in her arms and know I was loved. <br /> <br />... And when she let my friends come over <br />to paint our shoes with her expensive acrylic paints, <br />we'd laugh together and my friends never wanted to leave. <br /> <br />... And when she'd sing, I'd tell her not to, <br />not knowing that music was <br />one of the only things that could brighten her day. <br /> <br />... And when I dream about her, <br />I know she's still with me, <br />singing me through my nights <br />and brightening my days. <br /> <br />Patricia, you are admired.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-when-she-d/
