dear willow,
it's getting close to christmas, dangerously close.
i called the house today. just to let it ring.
with each lonely shrill in my ear,
i thought i could remember the way you would say, "one ringy-dingy, two ringy-dingy..."
where are you?
"i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds of circling flight."
why do i love birds in flight so much? even more now.
are you there?
next fall, i know you will be the leaves, running to grandma's house.
this christmas...doesn't seem fair.
why is december so hard?
grandma, tell me. why is december so hard?
i miss you,, i miss you even more than december is hard,
i love you,
-the little one.
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