Sunday, September 03, 2006

tears

in school
a girl
would torture me
with unanswerable
personal questions
then giggle
whispering
behind her hand
to other girls

I cried

years later
she was there
where I worked
her mother
my patient
demented
young
dying

no giggling
no whispers

We cried

3 Comments:

Blogger Oh great One said...

It's amazing what time can do.

4:57 PM, September 04, 2006  
Blogger pilgrimchick said...

That's a great poem, really.

7:14 PM, September 04, 2006  
Blogger Fuff said...

How sad. On both accounts.

10:42 PM, September 05, 2006  

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