Mrs Carl Meyer and her Children by John Singer Sargent
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Sixteen years too long to learn
Sixteen years too short to discern
The pattern of breathing, of love still weaving, of tears still rolling, of smiles still waiting.
Brown eyes on the watch
Not merely looking but seeking the clutch
Of sight bestowed by blindness
Of memories shared by kindness
Curling hair cut short for letting go
Patience waver and strength runs low
I grow this hair though it grows slow
Just like life, I'm letting it flow
Abigail
this name on sail
She does not bail
Although hanging on the rail
My name is a tale
In it there is no vale or one true fail
