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if I died

you'd read my words now

wouldn't you

you'd then try to get to know

my once deepest thoughts

by learning what I was thinking about

you would separate what's false and true

these pages so full would aid you in the easement

of your doubt

and them you would most gladly use

I bet you never knew that I, your daughter was once

so full of muse

these pages you see they know me like no nameable other

I caress and have caressed them gently like a tender

most devoted lover

with my possessively  passionate pen almost daily

they never once betrayed me

they understand my weakness yet love me

all the more for my humanness

I can not easily explain this faith filled affair

but neither do I try

Except sometimes when I am feeling rather low and

beyond

I resort to extensive explanations  in some shrouded

obscure form

its sort of like banking back the fires by turning up

the storm

its easiest to write when you feel you are about to cry

I regret nothing Mommy

except my not being fully prepared

even at the last minute

to die..................

( written Oct 1,1992 am)