Book I: Through Darkness and Thorns
Chapter II: Soul of a Child
MY CHILD
Your young hand
My old one join.
Tears flow between
You and me
No help for the helpless
Our fingers interlock
Grief stricken
Tears bridge the gap
Between the years
Swallowing back the losses
I feel your young presence
your spirit
in this hand
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RED AND BLACK, TRIANGLED MEN, GROTESQUE FACES, STARING
HURTING, SOFT WARM, LITTLE GIRL FLESH, FROZEN SCREAMS, CURLED UP, NUMBING,
CUT, HOT, WET, SWEATY, GONE
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
