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Homecoming, a poem for Nicki Aycox by Tracy Diane Miller

In that closet of her mind
Where memory serves her well
She saw the little girl she once was
Full of hope she could surely tell

Did she know at a young age
Of the songs that would occupy her mind
The lyrics and melody so hidden
A treasure she was destined to find

Years later she would pick up her guitar
And savor the words and sounds meant to be
For courage boasts the sweetest tune
As nostalgia longs to be free

Hush and be silent
For the gloom will quickly past
For the love of creating music
She is finally home at last

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