For decades, within the clenched fist
of anger and fear, a young girl huddled,
seeking comfort, hiding from shame,
until her now aged self reached down,
took her in her arms and rocked,
crooning a love song over and over
until the clenched fist opened
and they both rested in an open hand.
JDG
I love this poem. I really love this poem.
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