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Sequoia Park 

Through Shirley's eyes the trees displayed
Their beauty as the children played
And each time that we went anew
She'd ask if once again they grew

Through Shirley's ears they spoke to her
As if her senses merged with theirs
The trees still shelter us from rain 
When on this day we came again

The child who learned to climb and slide
Seems tall enough to reach the sky
With carrots for the sheep and lamb
The child now feeds from her own hand

Families pushing kids on swings
While birds, aloft, spread their wings 
And groups of children form and greet
It matters not if e'er they meet

These observations she'd confess
In her last years, no worldly stress
But what was just within her sight
The park, the trees, a child's delight

Today I sat and watched this child
Running freely, confident, wild
I thought of Shirley and her awe
And wished for one more day with her.

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