To Anne of candles: you gave me light.
To Jane of counterpane: you warmed the night.
To Marie, lost Marie: you taught me how to touch.
And to every one of you, I owe too much.

Through Ruth of forests I found the path.
With Renee of alleyways I learned to laugh.
Jaqueline, you let me in when I was sick and cold.
And to every one of you, I owe my soul.

Dear Amy Violin: your mouth was bowed.
Martha of thread and lace: my holes was sewed.
Constance, your leather boots were black and soft and long.
And to every one of you, I owe my song.


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