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A Daughter’s Distress

November 12, 2011

My open hand collected blood

From a leaking heart today

Tears dropped in and swirled about

Mixing love with pain

My naked heart drew from its depths

No criticism came

It filtered out unneeded words

And filled her with compassion.

My hand reached further

To her soul

Held her pain and touched the source

A momentary soothing

A glimpse of wanted freedom

Beyond the words, hope enlivened in her voice

Strength began resurging.

One phone call

It is possible,

Could mean a chance to bond

Could mean a space to find the string

Tethering our souls.

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