You pulsed in forehead lump from tree smack after ecstatic dash from DB, my first crush. You surged while LK from Hungary then HG in recovery stayed in our attic. Where were You, Love, when we moved back to Michigan once more during Christmas break? You tunneled deep with indelible heart words through my reading eyes, poet ears, piano fingers. You blessed our going by Mrs. L's stitching our names on corduroy peanut pillows, mine red, N's blue, J's green. And blessed our coming with fridge and cupboard full of groceries from Dad's sponsoring church.