Poem -
tWo hAnDS
Right there I see
The one child layed, also
The other, she topples, at the
Edge
Of a grave
Right here, tWo hAnDS reach
To both, all at once
One yearns to reach down
The other strives to
Reach up
Right here is a child
Layed out
Cold in a grave, and my tears
Sing songs
In peculiar ways
And here, here another
At the edge of a grave, she
topples
She stumbles, she
Deserves to be saved
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Comments
What a truly powerful melancholy is expressed here......I can see you working through this Miss MARION!!......and I am here if you need a friendly ear....if you need some feedback.....I have lost 2 sisters and a father....perhaps I could say something......perhaps I can just be here.....just in case.....perhaps I'll just let you know that I support your writing this out.....it's a VERY good idea.....writing is ALWAYS a good idea!!.....I am your friend and ever-admirer.......T xo : )
I wish I had more than two hands because I want to reach out for you all. I wish I had a magic wand and magic all this away for you. I wish I had a tardis so you could go back and always have another day with your son at what ever point in time your like to revisit. But I haven't. I am pretty strong though so if you need to lean...then lean away.Â
We are here for you Marion...and we mean it xx
(((((((Jill’s arms entwine Marion)))))) ❤️