This do I know:
that there on that spot,
on that blessed, sweet spot,
on that spot of perfect, constant submission—
there does she stand and alone is she there,
she who is known only to those who can see her.
Of her, by her, due her—does she.
As I noted in Lucinda, the second Lenora, the original of that poem I cut into two poems and promised that when I next posted I would post that second poem.
There is that second poem and it is only about, and is all about, her, my wonderful, loving and generous sister.
Thank you for reading There. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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