the child loved her stilts
she walked on them all summer
raindrops shimmering in the sun
iridescent downpour
the moonlight casting many shadows
the child remembered
the twinkle in her granddad’s eyes
she stepped through the door
stars twinkled
she looked on the earth forever
the snail on the garden path
a silver trail
hanging down their heads shyly
snowdrops
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