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he opens my heart
like an old familar book
held in esteem

intimate and worn
bookmarked and dog eared
bending from use
he begins reading
anticipating the story
all over again

turning pages
with his perfecting pace
he tarries over stories
fondly remembered
comfortably seated
in his usual chair

intimate and near
close and possible
he invites warmth in
at the touch
of his hand

developing character
perserverance and patience
line by line
hour by hour
he remains
unfazed by distraction
strengthening my love