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| c. 1974 |
She will lead a happy life
as a normal, healthy young woman,
the neurosurgeons said.
"Am I going to die, Dad?"
she asked me from her bed.
No, dear child, I said.
I 'm not sure she believed me,
born smarter than her father.
I've found this picture in her desk.
Once more I'm 29, showing her my world,
as decades later she would show me hers,
neither of us ever really home again.
