Her words are foreign to me
I should know them
I did know them
When I was little
It was just me and my sister back then
We sat quiet in the corner of the church
The words were mine back then
Or I thought they were mine back then
I haven’t set foot in a church in years
Her words still float around me
I know they do because I knew her
It’s much more than me and my sister now
I sit alone in the corner of the synagogue
I’m not so little anymore
But I’m making these words mine
Her words are foreign to me
But her love is not
I feel it surrounding me
When I feel all alone in a great big world
I know her words as foreign as they are still protect me
Her love is as close to me as my new language
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