You were a boy never scolded, clearly,
yet, I, a girl, constant, under (fire)-(light)-footed.
Vigilant. Having nothing, having(all pretty pictures exclusive)
no personalities found within-
appearances, however, kept.
You were a boy rarely photographed, but dearly,
held within God's own mothering hand-in-visible
Having all, lacking (nothing was seldomly neglected)
and you were not even seldomly neglected.
there are pictures, inconclusive, but
You were a boy never scolded-not molded-
I, a girl, precast, under fire.
Tickle your toes. . .
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