So Giles, here is my happy poem. It is the story of my first walk in too many weeks to count.)
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Under a blanket of sky
We walked, my brother and I
down to the field of gold.
You pulled up a blue chair
I sat like a queen
in the path of bees
and butterflies
and seeds.
I wiggled my toes
in the cool fresh grass
and unfurled my wings
a little, at last.
Sunlight!
You plucked me a flower
Pink on the rim, yellow within
Oh magical hour
Walking in the light
Under a blanket of sky
My big brother and I.