Where Are You
By Naomi Shihab Nye
When I was small,
I called out through the house.
I'm here, said my mother and dad.
I'm here, said my brother,
and the bear on my bed
said it too.
In your bones
in your memory
trust me
I'm tucked inside each fresh paper page
you'll write on.
Each hour you don't see me, I'm still there.
How many things add up the same?
Your life, my life,
the bucket, the sea.
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