Long Division



the hardest thing I've ever done
has yet to come to pass
yet leaving you there alone
just splinters me like glass

you sit so straight and tall with care
angelic in all ways
trepidation is your fare
spoon fed both night and day

it chills me to my very bone
to see you cast adrift
beyond my care, can I atone
and mend the canyon rift?

when pain gone past dissolve to dreams
and in my arms you bloom
little truths like darkened screams
shall be threatened out of gloom

for my children
by Trish Shields
082402





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