Giver of light,
you arose in our hearts,
dancing in the dawn.
Black, you were the night.
You opened your heart.
Winking an eye
we were all drawn in.
A glance of your eye,
we were drawn in.
As the light of your day set,
I yearn to believe the bricks
were still warm
beneath your shoulder.
Written by my aunt Christine Aramburu for our Daisy.
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