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
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:
It's amazing what time can do.
That's a great poem, really.
How sad. On both accounts.
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