she caresses my hair
the best she can
with her little hand
she wipes the tears
from my face
she is me
from so long ago
I love her
I tell her so
she doesn't hear it very often
she's in for a life
of sorrow and pain
loneliness, guilt and anger
I want to protect her,
shield her, keep her safe
but somehow I know
she'll be okay
Copyright © 2001 by Shawn Murray
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