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?
Without seeing,
that the calf must stand on its own
before it can drink of its motherís milk.