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There in the corner, quietly sitting, is a heart that rotates my soul
one hundred degrees to variations of thoughts, buried deep within that once were "my truths" and still yearn for
expression.
These truths, she brings, to the surface of me and leads me to the "enunciation road" and I travel these combined thoughts and words homeward--to a place where they are recognized but not acknowledged nor accepted.
She, my Lynn, soothes the wordless crying ache so familiar to me, when it becomes so intense, that I contemplate opening yet another end and saying farewell to this pain.
And then...
Lynn brings my laughter forth with the melody of her barely audible voice and for that moment the world holds sway-and I am at peace and safe within the sound of my sister and friend, Lynn. I am thrown back into my childhood long before...singing "Do you twinkle for me little star?" and I can hear Lynn saying, yes Anna, the star twinkles for you, also.
This you must believe.
May you enter these years remembering me always.
-anna-
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