In Good Time

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

One comment on “In Good Time

  1. Martha's avatar Martha says:

    I love this poem. I really love this poem.

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