George Garman

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When You Ask

When you ask about her
Leave your fears at the door

Your questions open each window
Watch the sunlight stream in

I see her infectious grin
The soft hand inside mine

Come, sit, let me tell you
These times are too rare

When you ask about her
You give me permission

And I need this sunshine
Like daily bread

I can warm these rooms
With the life-giving memories

When you ask about her
You bring the flowers that never die.

by Alice J. Wisler