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 I went to see a friend of mine

 and she showed me around.

 for that's where love was found.

We passed the day in the attic

 peeking at mem'ries old.

 With ev'ry keepsake she revealed

 a story to be told.

 The library was a pleasant stop

 as o'er her books we pored.

 I noted both her knowledge and

 her wealth of wisdom stored.

  

Set apart in a quiet place

was a chapel she adored.

The kneeling pads were deeply worn

for her beloved Lord.

save one she'd rather not.

and wishes she'd forgot.

By her bedroom door she softly

asked if we'd like to play.

Despite the warmth we felt, we saved

it for another day.

to share a cup of tea.

What more can I do but cherish

 

From what she stores, and what she hides,

what's proudly on a shelf,

tells me a lot of who she is,

and how she sees herself.

 

what cares she has at hand.

I better understand.

August 16, 1998

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