I Know

I Know

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Love, Papa.

I know... 

Not because you said it

Not because I read it

And not because the talking box said so.

I know it, when I listen to my heart

I know it, when it runs its gentle fingers up my spine

I know it, when I get those little shivers and tingles

Sometimes I know it when I speak

Others only when I’m silent.

I know it never wanders far away

Yet I know it gives me just enough rope to hang myself

I know it always offers to help

But I know frequently don’t listen.

I know I am held in the warmth of something

That is so special that words cannot describe.

And I know that I feel safe.

I don’t always know why or how

Or who or when or where.

But I know.....

I just know!

Love, Papa.

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