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Memories are made of this...

We searched the whole house,
but she was not to be found,
we found her toys scattered,
we found her hidden gems-
some coloured rocks,pink socks,
hair braid and nose ring,
collecting what others squandered,
but where had this 5 year old wandered.

An then we saw,
a high loft and hanging feet,
an undisclosed afternoon retreat.

Brown hands,brown teeth and dress,
brown smile behind her hair silk,
she sat there innocently,
bathed in dairy milk.

Today,at her firm,
before her first deposition,
I bring to her with care,
an earnest imposition,
an amusing request,
a bar of dairy milk,
for the girl of silk.

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