My best memory with him is to play.
Ran around laughing in bright sun-ray,
We went away walking in the afternoon mud
When day was turning in a fine crochet.
....But I belonged to somebody else!
I so did that never could I
Flow around free and stray around high
I slipped and fell, returned home
Covered and numb, I came to tell a lie.
As I belonged to him who glues and teams
In my home and with my dreams,
I never could fly, nor sigh away,
I only kept staring at those seams.
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