Old books galore
surround me with lore
that tighten a view
and deepen a site
from the river
through the styx
a flower plucked from view
the daughter, Adah
the mother, ...
the sister, ...
...
"Why didn't you join mom?"
"I left home at 17 and then I married a Catholic and converted."
"I hope they did the proper ceremony for Great Aunt Gracie."
Be still and listen
One day I'll tell you a story
It was some time in the late 1800's...
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