And So it Goes~Musings
Once, Father, when
you would embrace me with your love
I would shudder,
and pull the shroud of complacency
over my limp and loveless body.
I couldnít stand you then,
and it brought me joy
to see your pain.
And yet, I was crumbling softly
on the inside.
Why, you would plead, canít you love me?
that the calf must stand on its own
before it can drink of its motherís milk.