it’s
easy to look back
and
hear the angry voices,
see
the horrific images,
remember
the painful stories,
recall
the broken places, so
help
me to remember
the
friend who made
my
heart laugh
every
time we talked;
the
child who trusted
me
enough to
read
aloud haltingly;
the
moon winking
through
the blinds;
the
grace which
never
abandoned me,
especially
when i felt
most
alone.
©
2018 Thom M. Shuman
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