She is weeping in her room, | 1 |
cat on her lap, | 2 |
cell phone dead beside her | 3 |
and a rage against everyone | 4 |
she ever loved. | 5 |
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We have let her down, | 6 |
one and all, not reaching | 7 |
her expectations of survival, | 8 |
though we tried for a time. | 9 |
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It takes work to love - | 10 |
good work but hard, too, | 11 |
finding the chinks to patch | 12 |
or plumb - their choice. | 13 |
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Her car stands ready but we are not, | 14 |
those of us who gave hugs and cash, | 15 |
a place to crash, hours of listening | 16 |
and trying to reply with hope | 17 |
while feeling hopeless. | 18 |
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It is like the deep dark just before | 19 |
dawn breaks, when the terror is almost | 20 |
too much and you want to scream. | 21 |
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The moment comes when light | 22 |
is suddenly there. | 23 |
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She is kneeling before a window. | 24 |
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We hear her prayers and bring the dawn. | 25 |