Six sets of hands circled round me
the day that I entered that very fine house
and I was petted and loved on
my head was ringed with kisses and toasts were made to bless me
and I suppose that it was there that my story began
Mine was a childhood gilded
for days stretched long and full and calm
and I sailed my boat upon placid waters
but, somehow, there was always a knowing
and I longed to string those days
on ribbons of silk
one upon the other
and tie them around the necks of the lonely ones
who hid in corners
so that they might know what home smelled like ...
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