1. A Magnet
Since she was two, it had held up her end
on the door of the fridge: a plywood magnet stamped
with the finger-painted imprint of her hand.
Essence-of-kid, all cheerfulness, in a pure
nursery red, it stood for her signature
and seemed, back then, to raise itself in greeting.
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