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Writer's pictureEmily Taylor

Tag, You're it

Tag, you’re it.


Hello there Miss Libby,

I saw you on that stage,

It was nice of you to notice me and send that subtle wave.

That friendship you so freely gave me when no one else could see, was the only manifestation that God hadn’t abandoned me.


Hey there Mr. Rosenthal.

Do you remember me?

We used to race the wolves

& hide in neighbors trees.

All those years we spent in nature,

fulfilling childhood dreams,

was really just God’s gift to me

to help escape reality.


Is that you, miss Maggie?

After all these years?

You slipped back into my life

just in time to wipe away my tears.

Did God know how much I’d need you to be strong when I didn’t know how?

You taught me how to use my voice and stand firm for things I shouldn’t allow!


It’s really you,

You came to set me free!

I can see you standing,

your arm outstretched towards me.

I don’t know how you did it, with just three simple words, but your love replaced the pain and I feel totally understood, totally heard!


After all you’ve done for me,

You’ve just one simple request,

Let your light so shine,

That others may see

and glorify the great divine.

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