She is my direction my very aim if life has defined me alone
life has confined my soul and joy in loneliness she is my connection
-walk ahead walk hand in hand we are behind you enjoy the joy-
cold January iced branches frost in the snow-we walked together ahead
she was our little Ginger Rogers dancing and singing
she was my living doll companion in the plays sharing laughters
dreams
fancies
envious of parents’ love
Ginger has grown up she is on my side she knows my painful heart
singing recording catching a memory picked up from the past dad ‘s harmonica
limelight tune
I can help you she says goodnight I love you she sends me every night
she is frightened panicking tears from her deep eyes
strength vanishing for fear hoping trembling white in face
my little sister is terribly ill
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