Aunt Pat
Not like the others with perceptual barriers. Hers was a door flung open. A heart that is warm and receptive. No hesitant steps, no waiting for approval—just an immediate welcome, a sunbeam in the storm.
And even after years, the high regard hasn't died. Acceptance is a constant vibration, a love that multiplies. No performance required, no masks to wear, just the quiet knowing.
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Sounds a lot like my Aunt Pat
Rie Sheridan Rose
the Bardabee Poet
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