I held her as a baby, watched her grow and graduate,
wished her happy birthdays with hugs and gifts and cake.
So few people really love us in this world it makes
no sense to push one far away, intensely building walls
that have no logic in the mortar. More years
must pass, perhaps, but one day stony pieces
will just crumble, that's the hope and prayer, at least,
and as the dust begins to settle, she will see that I'm still
standing here, just waiting, celebrating end to feud that never had
a chance. Love's always stronger than whatever lies or fears or
selfishness attempts to slither in and separate from folks
who truly care about our hearts and lives and happiness.
One-sided animosity propped up with shadow and illusion
hurts, no question, but its temporary nature infuses me
with something much like faith.
(c) Ellen Gillette
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