Sometimes it takes my angel
A long time to come back
From a hard night of dreaming
I get up early and wait to hear
Her footsteps down the hall
Her bright smile or weary frown
Carrying in the dawn
We sit and watch and cannot
Speak while slowly the light
Re-enlivens her and her arms
Enter my arms her body
Encloses me as far as she
Can reach and every day we make
A little progress towards speech
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