To have your needs acknowledged, to be seen;
To sprout the seeds in others you have sown
With careful tending as they grow up green.
It must be nice to be surrounded by
A coterie of people you know well
Who hear the silence, and can read your eye
Without the need to speak or calmly tell
The troubles that have told on you; to know
That those around you care for who you are
As well as what you do. It has to grow
Increasingly delightful. And so far
In my experience, it has so proved:
When I am known, I am forever moved.
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