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"Heaven Open To Souls"  

I walked into the room and found an old tattered book 
sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held 
On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden 
and as I read the title, I came to understand my sister's creed

"Heaven Open To Souls"  was the fine print on the spine 
it made me drop a salty tear to see her favorite braille 
A book of poetry that held all the bible truths of death 
explaining how souls flew forth, from earth to heaven  

Evoking summers of our childhood readings on the porch 
I recalled her big sister smile and my youngling yawn of old 
Ann would tuck the little book inside her sweater and say,  
"eight fingers to touch my heaven and two for kissing you"  

But then one day she got leukemia and she soared away  
dad was breaking up in two so I showed him what to do 
sit by the porch emboss to her the words , I love you...
but it was not his memory but mine and oh how he knew 

so the next day he left it on my bed, for me to treasure find 
he knew that I had eyes to see but Ann, she was born blind.

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